The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the bunker tastes of copper and stale ozone. You are sitting in a chair made of molded plastic that has long since lost its rigidity, your knees drawn up to your chest. Before you lies the device. It is not a bomb, not in the way you were taught to fear bombs. It is a cartographer’s instrument, a brass and glass apparatus that hums with a low, subsonic vibration you can feel in your...

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