The Wistful Show
The jade compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, heavier than it had been a week ago, its polished surface marred by a hairline fracture that ran from the north needle to the rim. He stood before the High Chancellor, a man whose velvet doublet cost more than Elias had earned in a decade of royal cartography, and he waited for the words that would save his brother, or at least, his brother’s...
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