The Distant Cartograph

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The coat was red. Not a deep crimson or a blood red, but a bright, aggressive scarlet that seemed to vibrate in the gray light of the station platform. I had bought it in Chicago. I remember the tag. It was expensive. I remember the clerk’s smile. It was a lie. My name is Silas. I am a mapmaker. Or I was. The company fired me last month. They said my lines were too soft. They said the world is...

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