The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-21 08:51:03 -

The train left before the sun had fully cleared the ridge. I watched the steam rise, thinning into the grey morning air, until it was gone. My father stood on the platform, a figure of rigid geometry against the blur of the departing cars. He did not wave. He held his hat in his hands, fingers white-knuckled against the felt. He looked at me. I looked at him. Then he turned and walked away. The...

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