The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the nib was black, but to Elias it looked the color of old blood, thick and sluggish as it dragged across the vellum. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to draw coastlines to the width of a hair, now trembled with a palsy that no amount of practice could cure. The year was 1348, and the air in the Duke’s chamber was still, yet a draft, cold as the grave, slid...

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