The Distant Cartograph

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The notice was stamped in red ink, the paper brittle as dried skin. Supply Convoy: Sector 7. Status: Pending. Hazard: High. It sat on the steel table, a square of authority in the gloom of the bunker. I am Zbigniew Zielinski, thirty-two, a border guard in this sealed concrete throat. I want to finish my shift and eat the ration of dried meat I have hoarded for three days. The meat was wrapped...

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