The Distant Cartograph

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The survey requisition form lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the basement office, and I stared at the signature line as if it were a noose waiting to be tied. I needed to sign it by Friday to secure my pension, a sum that had sustained my household for the last three years since Clara died, yet my hand hovered over the pen, trembling with a fatigue that seemed to...

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