The Distant Cartograph
You are a cartographer. Or rather, you were. The title is a ghost that haunts the ledger books of the firm. You do not draw lines anymore. You align them. You make them straight. You make them true to the survey, to the deed, to the law. The law is a cold thing. It has no warmth. It does not care if the line cuts through a childhood memory or a lover’s heart. It only cares if the line is...
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