The Distant Cartograph

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The glass tumbler in my hand was sweating, cold and slick against my palm. I watched the condensation bead and slide down the curved side, a slow, heavy drip that landed on the tablecloth with a sound like a coin hitting a counter. Around me, the banquet hall of the detention center hummed with the clatter of silverware and the low murmur of men in uniform. We were celebrating my promotion to...

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