The Distant Cartograph

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The siren did not wail. It screamed. A high, thin shriek that tore through the morning air of the city, shattering the glass of the coffee shop window and the silence of the street simultaneously. Marcus dropped his mug. It shattered on the floor. He did not look down. He looked up. He looked at the sky. The sky was gray. Then it was white. Then it was gone. The building across the street...

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