The Distant Cartograph

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"You missed the mark again." Zofia Wojcik wiped the blood from her cheek with a sleeve that smelled of wet wool and iron. The man before her, a border official named Kowalski, did not look at her face. He looked at the map spread across his desk, his finger tracing a line that had not been there a moment ago. It was a line of black ink, wet and glistening, that had seeped from the parchment...

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