The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fire started in the coal chute at dawn, a smell of wet ash and sulfur that woke the house before the sun had cleared the chimney pots. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a fluid, unreliable thing in the Whitmore household since Father’s decline. I remember the smoke first. It tasted like copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and...

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