The Distant Cartograph

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I dreamt of the river again. It was not the water I knew. It was a sheet of hammered silver, flat and dead. I lay on its surface. It did not hold me. It cut me. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air in the room was thin. I sat up. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They were not my hands. They were the hands of a man who had already failed. I went to the window. The town of...

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