The Distant Cartograph
The iron pin snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking in the deep silence of the study, sending a shower of silver dust across the parchment where the coastline of the Northern Wastes was being drawn in ink that smelled of iron and old blood. Elias Thorne did not look up from his work, his hand steady as it traced the jagged edge of the fjord, but the weight of the silver brooch pinned to...
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