The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink on the survey map was wet. I wiped it with my thumb, leaving a smear of black grease on the paper. It was not rain. The fog had been rolling off the river for three days, thick and cold, but the paper was dry to the touch, yet the lines were bleeding. I checked my watch. 0400. I had twelve days left on my temporary commission. If I could keep the sector clean through the month, Vance...

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