The Distant Cartograph

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The fire started in the boiler room. It was a quiet kind of fire, at first. A hiss. A pop. Then the smell of wet wool and hot iron. Margaret Holloway stood by the window of her office, looking out over the gray, soot-stained yard of the textile mill. The sky was the color of a bruise. It was 1892. The air tasted of coal dust and impending rain. She watched the smoke rise. It curled upward, thin...

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