The Distant Cartograph

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The smoke came down like a burial shroud. It was gray. Heavy. It smelled of sulfur and burnt sugar. Elias stood in the alley behind the textile mill. He held the coat. It was red. Not just red. Crimson. The color of arterial blood. The color of a warning. He had bought it for Clara. Clara loved red. She said it matched the fire in her eyes. She was a woman who burned bright and hot. Elias was a...

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