The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the infirmary tastes of iodine and crushed lilies, a thick, cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat. You are standing in a room that does not exist on any map, a place where the walls are made of woven steam and the floor is a polished sheet of black ice. Here, time is not a line but a substance, viscous and cold, pooling in the corners of the floor. You are wearing the...

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