The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smelled of roast goose and damp wool. It was a scent that clung to the skin, thick and sweet, masking the underlying rot of the industrial age. Margaret sat at the long oak table, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The wood was cold. Her fingers were colder. Across the room, Julian sat in the high-backed chair that belonged to the owner of the mill, the man who had bought the...

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