The Distant Cartograph
The cartographer’s chest was cracked down the middle, revealing the hollow wood beneath the painted skin. You held it in your lap, the splintered edges biting into your thighs, while the rain hammered against the slate roof of the hut. It was a fine piece of work, once. The map etched into the face depicted a coastline that did not exist, a land of jagged peaks and deep, blue harbors that...
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