The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain against the glass of the conservatory was a rhythmic, mechanical drumming, a sound that Margaret had come to associate with the slow, inexorable decay of the house itself. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of grey, lightless day that pressed against the windows of the old Victorian manor on the coast, sealing the inhabitants inside their own reflections. Margaret stood by the sink...

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