The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Athol MacAskill’s fingers bled onto the parchment, the crimson mixing with the black ink that refused to dry. He was thirty-two, a wool grader by trade, but in the damp, bamboo-choked silence of the Isle of Skye, he had become something else entirely. The ink breathed. It pulsed against the grain of the paper, a living vein mirroring the faint, arrhythmic thud of Eilidh’s heart in the...

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