The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One Did you ever think that the weight of a single page could crush a lifetime? I ask you this because I am holding one now, and my hands are shaking so badly that the ink blurs into a grey smear, and I am forty-two years old, which is an age when a man should know the value of his own bones, yet I feel as though they are turning to sand in the heat of this archive room. The air here is...
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