The Distant Cartograph

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The rain hit the asphalt of the 40th Street overpass with a sound like tearing cloth. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood under the awning of a closed bodega, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. The leather was worn smooth, a dark mirror to the skin of his palm. It had been there for twenty years. It was as much a part of him as his pulse, as the ache in his left knee that flared with every...

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