The Distant Cartograph

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The train is late. You are late. The platform is a gray smear of rain and concrete. You check your watch. It is three minutes past the time. The conductor shouts something into the wind. You do not hear it. You are not here. You are in the office. You are in the box. The box is small. The walls are beige. The air is stale. There is a map on the wall. It is not a map of land. It is a map of...

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