The Distant Cartograph
March 14, 2024 The grant money vanished from the university’s ledger before the first frost had even settled on the Blackwood Ridge, a bureaucratic hemorrhage that bled out my tenure prospects along with the funding, leaving me with nothing but a decaying hand-drawn map of the Appalachian wilderness and a body that felt increasingly like a vessel of failing glass. The fog that rolled in three...
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