The Distant Cartograph

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The glass broke not with a shatter, but with a sigh, a long, exhalative crack that ran from the rim to the base of the heavy crystal decanter, splitting it into two jagged, trembling halves. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having bled into one another in that grey, suspended limbo that characterizes the late autumn in the city, where the fog clings to the pavement like a wet...

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