The Distant Cartograph

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Berlin in the heatwave did not sleep; it sweated. The streets were a grid of white stone and red brick, baking under a sun that refused to set, the air so thick with dust and the smell of hot tar that it felt like breathing through a wet cloth. In a rented room on the second floor of a building at eighty-four of Stonecutter Alley, Otto Krueger sat at a desk cluttered with surveying instruments...

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