The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The steam tasted of iron. Ellis stood by the window. Outside, the city of Oakhaven breathed. It was a heavy, wet breath. The fog rolled in from the river. It swallowed the gas lamps. It swallowed the cobblestones. He was a Constable. Not a policeman. The title felt wrong here. It felt too soft. The men in the alleyways called him the Warden. They said it with a sneer. They spat on the ground...

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