The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell like gray needles. It stung the skin. It soaked the wool. Elias stood at the gate. The iron was rusted. Red flakes fell into the mud. He watched the train arrive. Steam hissed. The bell rang. A sharp, metallic cry. He was a man of the law. Or so they said. He wore the uniform. Blue. Faded at the elbows. The badge was brass. Dull. It caught the light. Then it disappeared. The...

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