The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was not dry. It had not been dry for three days, a fact that sat in the back of my throat like a swallowed stone, refusing to be coughed up or swallowed down. I looked at the sheet of vellum, where the street lines of the Malá Strana district still glistened with a wet, viscous sheen, and I knew that my hands, which had held a pen with the steady grace of a surgeon for twenty years,...

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