The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The map was not a thing of paper, but of ink, and it was bleeding. I held it in my hands, the leather cover slick with a sweat that was not entirely my own, as the train rattled over the bridge into the valley. The fog outside was thick, a white wall that swallowed the pines whole, erasing the horizon until the world ended at the length of the car window. I was an archivist for the Department...

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