The Distant Cartograph

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You are twelve years old, and you are holding a piece of glass that is not glass. It is a shard of the old surveying instrument that Father kept in the lock, the one that was supposed to be bronze and brass but which, when the factory closed and the debts came, looked like a jagged tooth pulled from the jaw of a god. You have it in your palm, and the edge bites into the flesh, a sharp, hot line...

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