The Distant Cartograph
Act I "You have until the light fails, Serrano. Then the gate is barred." Rafael Serrano did not look up from the crate of dried sage and wormwood strapped to his back. He adjusted the leather thong, the knot tight and final, feeling the rough grain of the wood against his shoulder blades. The air in the blacksmith’s yard was cold, a chill that rose from the cellar floor and settled in the...
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