The Distant Cartograph

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The canning line at seventeen of Widow’s Landing moved with the heavy, rhythmic clunk of iron pistons, crushing sardines into tin for a war that had ended but whose debt had not. The smell of brine and rust hung thick in the air, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs of every worker on the floor. I was the inspector, my hands stained black with the residue of the day’s labor,...

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