The Distant Cartograph

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My hand was steady as I tightened the clamp on the theodolite, the brass cold against my palm, but the air in front of me was not. It was the third morning of the survey, the year 1894, and the Mist had returned. It did not roll in like a fog from the sea; it sat there, a perfect, flat sheet of grey that reflected the surveyor’s chain, the tripod, and the man holding it with a fidelity that was...

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