The Distant Cartograph

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The rain taps against the glass like a frantic heart. You stand at the edge of the platform, your breath fogging the air in sharp, white bursts. The train is late. It is always late. You watch the tracks disappear into the gray mist, a silver vein cutting through the dark earth. You are here to map the end. Not the end of the world, but the end of you. Or perhaps the beginning. The distinction...

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