The Distant Cartograph

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Slobodan Petrosyan, thirty years old, keeper of the night watch at the granaries, sat in the cold light of the oil lamp. The deed to the house was written in a dead language, a script he could not read, and the debt collector, a man named Aram, had come again. He tapped the jade seal against the table, a sound like a knuckle on bone. The seal was contested, its provenance a matter of loud...

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