The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One Farhad Nouri had not slept in three days, and the ink in his left hand was drying in the grooves of his knuckles before he could blot it. The decree lay on the desk, a sheet of heavy paper that smelled of damp stone and old varnish. It was a final order, signed by the Vizier, demanding a complete map of the royal archives within the week. Farhad stared at the seal, the red wax...
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