The Distant Cartograph

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The nib of my pen was stuck in the ink, a clogged, blackened thing that wept onto the paper like a slow, dark tear, and I watched the blot spread across the northern grid of the Skellig cliffs, watching it eat the coastline I had spent three weeks trying to pin down with theodolite and chain. The light in the room was the flat, grey wash of early morning, barely enough to distinguish the brass...

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