The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the slate roof like a thousand small hammers. I sat at my desk in the back office of the Mill, watching the water stain the map of the valley. It was a good map. It showed every ridge, every stream, every hidden path. It was a lie. I knew it was a lie. But I sold it anyway. I was a cartographer. That was my trade. I drew lines on paper and told men those lines were truth. "Is he...

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