The Distant Cartograph

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The smell of ozone and hot copper hung in the air of the sub-basement, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the cheap coffee we drank in chipped mugs. It was 1893, the year the city decided to grow downward as much as it did upward, and the tunnels beneath the Whitmore Foundry were not just for pipes or wires. They were for secrets. For us, they...

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