The Distant Cartograph

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The rain was not falling; it was being hurled, a solid, grey wall of wetness that hammered against the glass of the workshop window with a rhythm so violent it felt less like weather and more like the pounding of a thousand small, desperate fists trying to break in, trying to find the one seam where the world had come loose, and I stood there with my hands stained indigo and black, holding a...

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