The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the gaslight into a trembling, weeping halo around the iron lamp posts. I stood beneath the awning of the Chancery Hall, a place that smelled of damp wool, old paper, and the distinct, metallic tang of authority, watching the water carve temporary rivers through...

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