The Distant Whispers

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The ink had dried on the last contour line, a thin black vein cutting across the parchment, and Elias counted the hours left in the day by the way the grey light slanted through the single, grime-streaked window. He needed to finish this map, every ridge and ravine of the highlands rendered with the precision of a man who had spent twenty years selling his sight to the Crown, if he was to...

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