The Golden Ritual
The theodolite is a lie, or at least it is a machine designed to flatten the world into a grid of numbers that do not account for the weight of things, and I have spent forty-two years believing that if I can measure the angle of elevation with sufficient precision, I can hold the earth in place, keeping it from sliding away into the chaotic dark that waits beyond the edge of the map, but here...
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