The Distant Cartograph

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The rain hit the pavement. It was cold. It was hard. I stood in the doorway. My coat was wet. My hands were steady. They had to be. They had to be steady always. I looked at the map. It lay on the table. The paper was old. The ink was faded. The lines were broken. I had drawn it myself. I had spent years drawing it. I had drawn every street. I had drawn every alley. I had drawn the cracks in...

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