The Distant Cartograph

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The fog does not clear. It thickens, pressing against the windows of the tenement room on 4th Street like a wet wool blanket, smelling of coal smoke and the stale, metallic tang of the river below. You are sitting at the table, the wood scarred by decades of spilled tea and dropped knives, and you are holding the map. It is not a map of this city. It is a map of the world, or at least a...

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