The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell in sheets. It was a cold, gray rain that slicked the hood of the sedan and made the world look wet and distorted. Elias drove. His hands gripped the wheel. His knuckles were white. He did not look in the rearview mirror. He did not need to. He felt her presence. It was a weight in the air. A static charge. They had been driving for six hours. The road wound through the hills. The...

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