The Distant Metropolis

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The porcelain was cold, a weight of dead clay that did not fit the warmth of my palm, and the hairline fracture running from the north marker to the center pin caught the light of the truck cab like a scar that refused to heal. I adjusted the mirror, checking the rearview for the stretch of highway that had just swallowed the last of the city lights, and then I looked down at the compass again,...

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