The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on my hands was black, but the smell was sweet, a cloying rot that clung to the skin like sweat. I looked at the parchment, at the careful lines of the Undercity’s sewer system, and watched the southern district dissolve into a pale, blank haze. The Grey Hunger was not a metaphor; it was a thief, and it had entered my study while I slept. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a cartographer of...

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