The Distant Cartograph

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The pain in Elena’s left hip was a dull, grinding roar that woke her before the alarm did. It sat deep in the joint, a mechanical failure in the chassis of her body, a reminder that twenty years of hunching over drafting tables had worn the cartilage thin as old parchment. She was forty-two, and in three months, the department would strip her of her title, her desk, and the final survey of the...

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