The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain in the valley of the Ashwood Mill did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, gray veil that smelled of wet wool and old iron, clinging to the windows of the administrative office where Elias Thorne sat, his hands resting flat on the cold oak desk as if he could feel the heartbeat of the building through the wood. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for the days had begun to...

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