The sewers ran east from the main drainage junction. I was confident about that part. Then it turned at some point. I was less confident about the turn.
So I drew a solid line for the section I trusted. Then a dotted line for the turn. That felt honest. If you know something exists but not exactly where, you dot it. That's just good cartography, or at least defensible cartography.
I curved the dotted line south. It might curve more than that. I added a small symbol at the end to indicate there was more beyond that point. It felt like the right amount of detail for a survey.
"The woman with the coat," Voss said from table four.
He was facing the window. He always did. The afternoon light in the eastern district was doing that thing again where it couldn't decide which time period it belonged to.
"Southern territories. Old house. Deep south. The really old part."
