The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The clock in the antechamber ticked. It was a heavy sound. Like a bone breaking. Edward sat in the high-backed chair. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. He looked at his fingers. They were long. They were pale. They were the hands of a man who had spent thirty years in libraries. Now they trembled. A knock came at the door. Two sharp raps. "Enter," Edward said. His voice was thin....

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