The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

"You look like a ghost, Elias." The voice was sharp. It cut the air. I turned. The man stood by the window. He wore a coat of black wool. It was thick. It was heavy. It smelled of coal and old money. His name was Mr. Vane. He owned the mill. He owned the town. He owned the breath in my lungs. I held up the shirt. It was white. It was new. The fabric shimmered. It caught the gray light. It was...

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