The Distant Cartograph

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The dream was gone. But the map remained. It burned in my mind. A grid of lines. Black on white. I was in the carriage. The wheels clattered. Steam hissed. We were moving north. Into the fog. Thomas sat across from me. He did not look at me. He looked at his hands. His hands were stained with ink. Or blood. It was hard to tell. The light was gray. The...

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