The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had been falling for three days, a gray curtain that turned the streets of Ashworth into slick ribbons of oil and mud. In the parlor, the fire was dying, casting long, trembling shadows against the wallpaper. Margaret Holloway sat rigid in the high-backed chair, her fingers intertwined so tightly that the knuckles had gone white. She watched the door. She did not look at the map on the...

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