The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, gray mist that seemed to seep into the very stones of the manor house, softening the edges of the world until nothing remained sharp or distinct. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window of the east study, watching the garden dissolve into a blur of wet green and brown, his reflection a pale, ghostly overlay on the glass. He was a man who had spent...

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