The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat was a thing of profound and terrible beauty, a heavy woolen thing the color of a bruised plum, hanging on the back of a wooden chair in the center of the sterile, white-tiled examination room, and it did not move, did not rustle, did not breathe, it simply existed there with a density that seemed to pull the air around it into a silent vortex, a gravity well of fabric and thread that...

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