The Distant Cartograph

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Elias. The word hung in the cold air of the workshop, sharp as a snapped twig, spoken by Master Aldous with the same weary indifference he reserved for a broken reed or a stain that would not lift. Elias did not look up from his work. He was twelve years old, and his hands, usually steady enough to mix the precise ratios of gall and iron, trembled now with a vibration that seemed to rise from...

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