The Distant Cartograph
The glass shard catches the fluorescent hum before it catches your eye, a sliver of blue light suspended in the sterile air of the archive, floating there with the terrible weight of a thing that has already broken. You are standing in the center of the room, your hands trembling so violently that you can barely keep the cataloging stylus from scratching a groove into the tablet’s surface, the...
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