The Distant Cartograph
Act I Harold Fenwick had drawn the coastline of the southern sector for thirty years, and now his left hand trembled so violently that the pen slipped from his grasp, scratching a thin, jagged line across the vellum. He sat in the maintenance airlock, the only place on the ship where the hum of the ventilation fans was loud enough to mask the sound of his own breathing, staring at the forty-two...
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