The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on the parchment was not merely wet; it was alive, a black, viscous thing that seemed to pull itself into shapes that did not exist on the map of Oakhaven, bleeding out from the coastline in tendrils that mirrored the gnawing, hollow certainty that I was a fraud, a thief of land and truth, and that in three days, when my contract expired, the town would finally see me for the monster...

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