The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and gray, smelling of brine and old diesel, until the world outside the window of the assessment room dissolved into a white void. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed a low, persistent note that seemed to drill into the teeth. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the plastic chair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned...

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