The Distant Cartograph

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Tigran Petrosyan lay still, the rain drumming against the hull of the ferry, a rhythm that matched the slow, steady bleed from his shoulder. He remembered the mist in the pass, how it had clung to the ink-stained parchment Davit carried, a cold anomaly the locals dismissed as mere weather but which Tigran felt settling into his own joints. The boat would go out, the weather said no, yet the...

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