The Distant Cartograph

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The ink is drying on your skin, a cold, viscous tide that climbs your wrists and settles into the creases of your knuckles, marking you not as a man but as a document, a ledger of errors to be balanced by the state, and you stand in the center of the great Hall of Registration, surrounded by the hum of a thousand brass gears turning in the dark, while the air tastes of ozone and old paper, and...

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