The Distant Cartograph

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You sit at the edge of the bed. The sheets are damp. You are sweating, though the room is cold. A thin layer of frost clings to the windowpane. It looks like lace. It looks like a map of veins. You watch it melt. You watch the water bead and run. It smells like copper. It smells like old pennies. You have always smelled like pennies. Your father smelled like pennies. Your father is gone. You...

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