The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bread was stale. It had been stale for three days, hard as river stones, yet Thomas kept it in his pocket, close to the heat of his thigh. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that shook when the wind blew from the north. The world had changed. The sky was no longer blue; it was a bruised purple, swollen and heavy, pressing down on the thatched roofs of the village. The crops had...

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