The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was dry, but the map was not. You sat in the cellar of the old manor, the air thick with the scent of mildew and the metallic tang of your own blood, which you had drawn from your finger to mix with the soot and vinegar. Above you, the floorboards creaked with the weight of the King’s decree, which had gone out that morning to every village in Oria: all charts, all sketches, all lines...

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