The Distant Cartograph

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The rain against the glass of the observation deck was not like rain; it was a relentless, grey static, a hiss that seemed to unspool the very fabric of the afternoon. You sat in the corner of the carriage, your hands folded in your lap, knuckles white, watching the steam from the kettle curl and dissolve into the cold air. Across from you, Julian sat with a stillness that bordered on the...

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