The Distant Cartograph
The letter from the Department of Boundary Integrity was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the kind that felt substantial between the fingers, a tactile reminder of the institution’s permanence. It sat on the kitchen table, its edges crisp, next to the unpaid water bill and a coffee stain that had dried into a brown crescent on the counter. I read it twice, the fluorescent light of the...
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