The Distant Cartograph
The train hissed into the station, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to strip the moisture from the air, and Margaret Holloway stepped onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate gait of a woman carrying a burden she had forgotten was physical. It was late autumn in the industrial heart of the Midwest, where the sky hung low and grey, pressing down on the brick warehouses and the rusted...
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