The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell on the slate. It drummed a steady, cold rhythm against the glass. I watched the drops race each other down the pane. My hand was steady. My mind was not. I stood in the corner of the office. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. My brother sat across from me. His back was to the window. He did not look up. He wrote. The scratch of the pen was sharp. It cut through the...

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