The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hall smelled of wet wool and expensive perfume. A cloying sweetness hung in the air, thick enough to taste on the tongue. It was the annual gala for the St. Jude’s Youth Home. I stood by the buffet, holding a plate that was nearly empty. My name is Leo. I am twelve. I have always had a trick. My left ear was my secret. Or so I thought. I had lost the hearing in that ear at age four. A...

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