The Distant Cartograph
The ink on your fingers has turned the color of dried blood, and no amount of scrubbing with pumice and lye will lift it. You are Elias, thirty-two, a senior cartographer in the Royal Survey Office, and you are trying to finish the map of the Northern Reach before the light goes out. The candle on your desk flickers, casting long, shivering shadows across the parchment. The paper seems to...
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