The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in Elias’s dream did not dry; it pooled in the valleys of the parchment like black blood, the lines of the map shifting and squirming with the slow, deliberate motion of veins beneath skin. He woke in the narrow bed of his cell at the Abbey of St. Jude, the year being 1204, with the cold damp of the stone walls seeping into his bones and the taste of iron on his tongue, a physical...

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