The Distant Cartograph

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. It pooled in the troughs of the parchment with a viscous, wet pulse that I could feel against the tip of my stylus, a sensation not unlike the trembling of a limb after a long exposure to cold. I sat in the sterile, humming silence of the Imperial Survey Office, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, my hands stained a deep, bruised purple that no...

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