The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog rolled in from the Atlantic, thick and wet, settling over the ironworks of New Bethlehem like a burial shroud. Elias Thorne stood alone on the catwalk of the smelting house, the heat of the furnaces a distant, low thrum in his bones. He was a man of the law, or at least he had been, before the department had swallowed him whole. Now he was merely a shadow in a grey uniform, a detective...

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