The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat like a bad taste. I pressed my forehead against the cold window, watching the rain streak down in jagged lines, blurring the grey skyline of the city into a watercolor smear of indifference. We were moving toward the edge, toward the district where the buildings were older, where the brick had...

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