The Distant Cartograph

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The map was a hand. Not a chart of coastlines. Not a grid of latitude and longitude. It was a right hand, palm up. The skin was translucent. Veins like blue rivers. Nails like polished bone. I held it in my left hand. My left hand was shaking. I sat in the center of the room. The room was white. Not the white of paper. The white of fog. The white of snow that has been falling for a century....

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