The Distant Cartograph

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The jar sits on the counter, a thick-walled vessel of green glass that smells faintly of vinegar and old pennies, and you know that if you break it, you break the only thing that is truly yours in this cold, iron-lunged city. It contains nothing that looks like food, not at first glance, but a dense, amber sludge that shifts with a slow, viscous life, a substance your father, Elias, spent his...

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