The Distant Cartograph

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The fog in the Court of Whispers did not roll in; it settled, like a damp shroud pulled over the heads of the condemned. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the execution platform, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the metal cold against his palm. He was thirty years old, a man carved from the same grey stone as the palace walls, and he had spent fifteen years ensuring that the...

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