The Distant Cartograph

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The quill was wet, the tip heavy with a blackness that seemed to pull at the air, and Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were a live, struggling bird. The candle on the desk flickered, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls of the archive, a room that smelled of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of the ink itself. Outside, the wind pressed...

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