"Sarah, come back behind the counter," her father called as the door chimed.
"Yes, Papa." the girl called as she put down the stack of scrolls she was carrying.
Sarah peeked from behind the counter as a ruggedly dressed young man entered her father's shop.
"Are you the mapmaker?" he asked her father. "Aye." he replied. "Do you travel any more, or
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