The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train groaned against the iron rails like a beast in its final, rattling breath, carrying the boy, Elias, toward a town that smelled of coal dust and wet wool. It was the winter of 1924, a season when the wind did not merely blow but carved, stripping the bark from the larch trees on the hillside until they stood naked and white against the bruised purple sky. Elias sat with his back...

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