The Distant Cartograph

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The coat hung on the hook by the door, heavy and black, smelling of wet wool and old smoke. "Did you pack it?" Thomas asked. He stood in the kitchen, his back to the room, staring out the window at the rain. The glass was fogged. "I did," Margaret said. Her voice was light. Too light. It floated above the table like dust in a sunbeam. "It’s in the car." Thomas turned. He did not look at her. He...

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