The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

"You found it," said the girl. The voice was thin. It cut through the fog. Miles turned. He held his lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame sputtered. "I found the map," he said. His voice was dry. The girl stepped closer. She wore no shoes. Her feet were white against the black soil. "Is it real?" she asked. Miles looked at the paper. It was old. The ink was brown. The lines were sharp. "It...

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