The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that smelled of wet concrete and old copper. Elias stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a coat that had seen better decades. He was waiting for a bus that he knew would not come. Or rather, he was waiting for the feeling that it would come to arrive. It was a Tuesday in November, the...

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