The Distant Cartograph

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I am looking at the wall where the map used to be. The paper is gone, taken back by the Ministry, but the ghost of the pins remains, three small holes in the plaster like eyes that have been poked out. I remember the night I learned that a map is not the land, but the lie that allows the land to be sold. It was the winter of the airlift, and the drizzle had been falling for six days, a physical...

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