The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the soil of the valley into a thick, sucking mud that seemed to pull at the boots of anyone who dared walk upon it. I sat in the kitchen of the station house, a room that smelled of damp wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear, watching the water bead and slide down the single pane of glass in the window....

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