The Distant Cartograph

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Surveyor’s Log, Entry 402. The coastline is bleeding. The ink refuses to set, pooling in the crevices of the limestone like old wine. Ronan Mulcahy sat in the stone barn, the air heavy with damp wool and the metallic tang of the harbor chains rattling beyond the wall. He was fifty-four, a lighthouse keeper by government decree, though his hands had forgotten the steady rhythm required to...

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