The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in the city of Ashwood did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected only the underside of the sky and the weary soles of those who walked them. I stood at the window of my small office, watching the water cascade down the glass, each droplet tracing a path as inevitable and lonely as a man’s life. The air inside was...

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