The Distant Cartograph

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The room is white. Not the warm white of linen, but the sterile, aggressive white of a hospital ward or a holding cell. The air smells of antiseptic and old sweat. You are sitting on a metal chair that has no backrest. Your hands are cuffed in front of you. The chains are cold against your wrists. You do not look at them. You look at the floor. The tiles are cracked. A single hair lies on the...

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