The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and roasting goose. Eleanor stood in the corner. She watched the dust motes dance in the shafts of light. They were alive. They were free. They had no masters. The hall was a cathedral of glass and steel. It rose high above the city. It pierced the sky. It was beautiful. It was cold. This was the Institute. Eleanor wore a grey dress. It was plain. It was...

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