The Distant Cartograph

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The factory floor shook with the rhythmic thud of the presses, a mechanical heartbeat that drowned out the sound of my own thoughts. I stood at the edge of the conveyor belt, my hands wrapped in thick leather gauntlets that had once been white but were now the color of dried blood and rust. The air smelled of ozone, hot metal, and the faint, sweet rot of the chemical solvents used to strip the...

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