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... but a blanket woven from wool.
The woolen blanket slowly unfurled in the center of the felt tent, as long and wide as a man, with a map embroidered with golden thread on top.
A map—this was no trifling matter.
Nowadays, with the tribal territories limited, maps were memorized mentally; there was no need to transcribe them.
And the large maps from the era of Khan Queye had always been treasured by the tribal chieftains, hidden away as precious secrets not to be sh ...
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