The Distant Cartograph
Elias. The summons came not by herald, but by the sudden, absolute silence of the court, a hush so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood in the antechamber, my satchel heavy with the tools of my trade: the fine-pointed reed pens, the vials of iron-gall ink, the abrasive stones for smoothing the vellum, and the small, worn compass that had guided my hand...
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