The Distant Cartograph

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Act I My hands were still shaking from the cold when I crushed the clay tablet against the stone, the sharp crack of the ceramic snapping the silence of the temple courtyard. The dust settled in my lungs, tasting of iron and old rain, as I watched the Colonel’s boot scuff the dirt. He did not look at the shards, but at the map I held, his eyes narrow and wet with a hunger that had nothing to do...

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