The Wistful Skyline
What was the price of a line that held? Geertje Hoekstra stood at the window of the surveyor’s office, the brass compass in her pocket ticking backward against her thigh. It was the first mild evening of the season, and the fog was lifting off the canals of Veldt, revealing the jagged, ash-colored skyline that had been eating into the city for three years. She was a cartographer of the city’s...
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