The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the Ashworth Institute into slick, weeping cliffs, trapping us in a world of damp wool and the smell of old paper. I sat in my office, a small, windowless room on the third floor that smelled of cedar and silence, listening to the muffled footsteps of the administration passing in the corridor...

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