The Distant Cartograph

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The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was not gentle water. It was a weapon. I stood in the alley behind the Municipal Health Center, my back against the cold brick, my hands raised. The officer’s flashlight beam cut through the gloom. It was a white, blinding sword. I did not blink. Blinking was a weakness. Blinking was surrender. I held my breath. The air tasted of wet ash and ozone. My...

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