The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was moving before Elara had finished wiping the soot from her cheek. She sat at the drafting table in the northern tower, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, and watched the black line creep across the chart of the ridge. It did not flow like liquid. It spread like a bruise, darkening the edges of the contour lines she had drawn hours earlier. Her hand trembled, not...

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