The Distant Cartograph

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Chapter One "You are killing the ink, Kenji," my father said, his voice thin as the paper beneath my pen. "The coast is not a line. It is a wound." I did not look up. The Grey Hum was in the room again, a static buzz in the radio corner that tasted of copper and old dust. It had been growing since the census taker visited three days ago, his ledger heavy with names that no longer matched the...

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