The Distant Cartograph

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The dream smelled of wet wool and old iron. Caleb stood in a room that was not a room. It was a hollow space, carved from the dark side of a moon. The walls breathed. Slowly. In and out. Like a sleeping giant. He wore a coat. Blue. Faded at the elbows. The buttons were mother-of-pearl. They looked like teeth. He touched them. They were cold. He did not remember putting the coat on. He did not...

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