The Distant Cartograph

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its leather cover worn smooth by four years of handling, and I watched the ink bleed into the grain of the paper as if the names were weeping. It was November 1904, and the damp had settled into the joints of my left hand so thoroughly that my fingers no longer obeyed the simple command to hold a pen, a failure that had begun in the trenches of the Boer...

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