The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One Her hands were already shaking when the ink began to bleed, not from the nib but from the skin of her palm, a wet, rust-colored stain spreading across the vellum of the delta survey. Yelena Gelashvili did not look up; she was busy, her left hand pressing a jade seal of contested provenance into the corner of the map, the stone cold and smooth against the paper, while her right hand...
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