The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark smear that refused to dry, and Magistrate Vane’s finger hovered over the line where your name had once been, now reduced to a blank space in the registry of licensed cartographers. You stood in the office, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old paper, feeling the cold seep through the soles of your boots as Vane explained that the ridge was too...

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