Tuesday, 8 January 2013

.. In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single 
Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a 
Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers 
Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and which coin- 
cided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the 
Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless, 
and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the Inclemencies of 
Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that 
Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the 
Disciplines of Geography. 

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