The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the streets of Ashford into a slurry of mud and soot. Inside the Municipal Infirmary, the air smelled of carbolic acid, damp wool, and the faint, cloying sweetness of rotting fruit that lingered in the corners no matter how often the floors were scrubbed. Elias Thorne sat in his small, windowless office, staring at...

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