The Distant Cartograph

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The chalk line was three feet from the bank, a pale scratch against the dark, wet earth. I had measured it twice, then a third time, my hands shaking not from the October chill but from the sheer, violent necessity of fixing this moment before the river moved again. The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, a sound like slow chewing, while above me the sky hung low and grey, heavy...

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