The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-19 03:18:00 -

I woke with the taste of chalk dust in my mouth, a dry, calcified grit that coated the back of my throat and felt less like a taste and more like a physical obstruction, a small stone lodged in the soft machinery of my digestion. It was the morning after the review board, or what I had chosen to call the review board in the privacy of my own terrified head, though in reality it was merely the...

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