The Distant Cartograph

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The gate at forty-two of Lantern Yard had seen better days, its wood warped by decades of sand and sweat, but Mahsa Rahimi held her ticket with a grip that suggested the paper might fly away if she loosened her fingers. She was thirty-two, a woman whose face had learned the specific hollows of poverty long before her body had finished growing, and she stood now in the shadow of the...

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