The Distant Cartograph

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The map is heavy. You hold it in your hands. It is made of skin. Human skin. The ink is black. It is old. It is dry. It does not tear. It has never torn. You have carried it for ten years. You are a captain. You are in the city. The city is old. The stones are gray. The air is thick. It smells of rain and iron. You are in a room. The room is small. The door is locked. You are alone. The map...

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