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This is the kind of heresy that doesn't burn, but glows. The idea of a God asking the same questions we do — not above us, but beside us in the bewilderment — feels strangely more comforting than any orthodoxy. If Vesconte's map leads to more riddles like this, may we all be so lucky as to lose our way along the margins.

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