The Distant Cartograph

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The roof leaked. It had been leaking for three years, a slow, rhythmic dripping that marked time more honestly than the clock on the wall. Margaret stood in the center of the room, the water pooling around her ankles. It was cold. It was always cold. The house was a cathedral of decay, its beams rotting from the inside out, its foundation cracked by the weight of what it held. She held the...

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