A Map of Days

“There was, in fact, a street sign to that effect—the first I’d seen in all of Devil’s Acre. Louche Lane, it read in fancy handwritten script. Piracy discouraged.

"Discouraged?" I said. "Then what's murder? Frowned upon?"

"I believe murder is'tolerated with reservations'."

"Is anything illegal here?" Addison asked.

"Library late fines are stiff. Ten lashes a day, and that's just for paperbacks."

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