The Distant Cartograph
Gopal Menon’s fingers, stained with the indigo of the drafting table, trembled as he held the wet proof sheet over the steam rising from his tea. The paper was slick, cold against his skin, and the ink did not behave as ink should. A faint, self-correcting blue line traced itself across the damp fiber, ignoring the dry ravine marked in Halloway’s official charts to reveal the true, meandering...
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