The Distant Cartograph

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The iron taste of your own blood is the first thing you notice, a thick, coppery ribbon that connects the back of your throat to the grit of the earth beneath your knees, and you realize that the hand holding the rifle is not yours, or rather, it is yours but it belongs to a man who has long since died in a trench three years ago. You are in the middle of a skirmish, or perhaps a memory of one,...

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