The Distant Cartograph

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Chapter One The map was not a picture but a weight, a physical burden that determined who owned the air and who owned the dirt. Hauwa Mensah, thirty-four years old and the last memory librarian of the Northern Ridge survey office, stood at the window of the prefab station as the comms relay shed hummed its low, electric note. She held the deed to her father’s land in her left hand, the paper...

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