The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The house had begun to bleed the night the roof collapsed, a slow, viscous oozing of wet plaster and rotted wood that smelled of mildew and old blood, seeping into the floorboards and rising up through the soles of Thomas’s boots as he stood in the center of the parlor, his hands still raw and blistered from the shoveling, watching the dark water pool around his ankles like a silent, accusing...

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