The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was already drying on the parchment when I smelled it, a thick, cloying stench of rotting meat that seemed to rise from the vellum itself rather than the quill in my hand. I paused, my fingers cramped and white-knuckled around the goose feather, and stared at the coastline of the Northern Reach I had just traced. The Inquisitor’s office was cold, the stone walls weeping a thin film of...

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