The Distant Affair

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14th October, 1893. The brass compass lay in my palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird, its face cracked down the center where the needle had once swung with the certainty of a metronome. I held it up to the window, watching the afternoon light strike the fractured glass, and I thought of the ridge, that jagged scar across the northern Highlands which the Ordnance Survey has refused to chart for...

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