The Distant Cartograph

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The parchment lay on the oak table, damp and heavy, the ink in the northern quadrant refusing to settle. Elias Thorne adjusted the collar of his tunic, his breath shallow in the cold air of the workshop. He was a mapmaker, a man whose hands were steady and whose debts were not. The deadline was the winter solstice, three days hence. If he did not deliver the royal survey to the Chancellor, the...

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