The Distant Cartograph

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The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel as they climbed the final, mist-choked slope toward the Abbey of St. Jude, and you, Elias, pressed your face against the cold glass, watching the grey stones of the abbey emerge from the autumn fog like a jagged tooth in the jaw of the earth. You were thirty-two years old, a royal cartographer of modest renown and failing finances, and your hand...

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