The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood at the edge of the quarry, watching the water rise. It was a thick, grey soup. The mist clung to my coat like a dead animal. I am a man of small things. I file invoices. I stamp forms. I am Gerald. I am invisible. Or so I thought. The map was in my pocket. It was not a paper map. It was a feeling. A pulling in the gut. A compass needle spinning wildly...

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