The Distant Cartograph

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In the white town of Tunis, the ink never dried; it waited. I The shutter banged against the frame all night, a dry, wooden crack that sounded like a bone breaking in the dark. Omar Idris sat in the infirmary of the temple, the cold seeping through the wool of his robe, and watched the drop of black fluid fall from the ceiling into his open palm. He was thirty-two, a senior cartographer for the...

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