The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the basement of the old textile factory on 4th Street was thick with the smell of damp concrete and the faint, sweet rot of forgotten things, a scent that clung to the back of Cillian’s throat like a bad taste, a persistent, metallic aftertaste that he could not scrub away no matter how often he rinsed his mouth with the cold, flat water from the rusty tap that groaned in the corner....

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