The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bell rang. It was a dull, brass sound, like a knuckle rapping on a door. Silas dropped the book. The ink was still wet on his finger, a dark smear that looked like a bruise. He did not wash it off. He stood up. His knees cracked. The room was cold. The air smelled of dust and old paper and the damp wool of his coat. "Time is up, boy," said Master Halloway. His voice was flat. It had no...

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