The Distant Cartograph

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The sawmill groaned under the weight of the morning’s labor, a rhythmic sawing that shook the dust from the rafters of the Persian city, where the ice on the logs had not yet broken despite the drizzle that had outlasted the coats of the men working the yard. I stood at the head of the line, my back aching with the familiar, dull throb that had become my constant companion since the war,...

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