The Distant Cartograph

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The year is 1348, and the ink in the well is black. You are twelve years old, Thomas, and your hand is steady because you are afraid. Your father is dead. The estate is yours, or it will be, provided you can draw the line that holds it together. The boundary is not just a line on parchment; it is the only thing standing between your family’s name and the rot that has eaten the village. You hold...

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