The Distant Cartograph
Act I The carts on cobblestones before light clattered through the badlands of the Andean mining village, a rhythmic grinding that shook the plaster of the settlement house where the damp had long since seeped into the walls, turning the white paint into a map of grey veins. In the central office of the royal assayer’s office, a room that smelled of old paper and the metallic tang of sweat,...
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