The Distant Cartograph

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The wool coat sat on the kitchen table, its surface matted with a grime that looked less like dirt and more like dried blood. I ran my thumb over the lapel, feeling the coarse weave and the faint, metallic scent of ozone that clung to the fabric. It was a heavy thing, a military surplus jacket from a war I had only read about in the reports, and it cost exactly nothing because Silas had stolen...

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