The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude does not dry black; it dries to the precise, bruised shade of the viewer’s grief, a rule-bound alchemy that costs the scribe a memory per drop, and I, Elias, a forty-two-year-old cartographer, have arrived to complete the final map of the Kingdom before my hands fail entirely from the palsy that has stolen my precision for three years. The...

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