The Distant Cartograph

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Chapter One “Does the moon-dew still cure?” Rafael asked, his voice a dry rasp against the silence of the apothecary. He stood by the counter, his fingers trembling as they hovered over the brass scale. The air smelled of dried lavender and the metallic tang of his own sickness. His mother, Doña Marta, did not look up from the ledger she was balancing. She was a small woman, her hands stained...

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