The Distant Cartograph

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The coat is gone, or rather, it is no longer a coat in the way you once understood the word. It is a skin of frayed wool and silent accusation, hanging off your shoulders like a shed carcass, smelling of stale coffee and the particular, metallic dampness of the archive room where you have spent the last three years cataloging the lives of others. You are standing in the breakroom, the...

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