The Distant Cartograph

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The rain hits the glass. It is not a gentle rain. It is a siege. You sit in the back of the ambulance, the lights turning red and blue above you, washing the small town in a bruised purple hue. Your father is dead. He has been dead for an hour, but the body is still here, strapped into the gurney, his chest moving in shallow, mechanical twitches. The paramedics are arguing. They are talking...

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