The Distant Cartograph

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The knee didn’t hurt until it did, and when it finally gave way beneath me, it was with a silence that felt louder than any scream. I was standing in the atrium of the Grand Meridian Hotel, a place of marble veining and hushed, expensive air, and I simply folded. Not dramatically. Not with a cry. Just a slow, tectonic sliding into the polished floor, my cheek pressing against the cold, smooth...

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