The Distant Cartograph
The ink bled from the nib before Catriona Paisley could pull her hand away, a dark vein spreading across the vellum like a bruise forming under skin. She was thirty-two, a Senior Surveyor in the Imperial Cartographic Office, and she had six months until mandatory retirement, yet the disputed border of the Northern Reach remained a wound that refused to close. The damp in the stone-walled...
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