The Distant Cartograph

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The hum started in my chest before the plane touched down. It was a low, silver vibration, like a tuning fork struck against bone. I sat in the airport hotel bar, watching the rain lash the windows, and counted the coins in my pocket. Three euros and forty cents. Not enough for a taxi to the Burren. Not enough for much else, either. The man at the next table, a groundskeeper from the local...

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