The Distant Cartograph

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The champagne was too cold, and the chandeliers were too bright, a harsh white glare that stripped the shadows from Lord Vane’s face. I stood at the edge of the grand hall, my satchel heavy against my hip, feeling the weight of the final sheet of paper inside it. It was the last piece of the valley, the unmapped sector where the old mill stood, and it was the only thing I had left of her. Vane...

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