The Distant Cartograph
You are dying, and you know it with the same quiet certainty with which you once knew the latitude of the North Star. The coughing fits have stopped, replaced by a dry, rattling hollow in your chest that feels less like an illness and more like a void, a space where air should be but is instead filled with a fine, gray dust that settles on your tongue. You are in the Archive, a vast,...
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