The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I woke up in a sweat, the smell of wet concrete and old copper still clinging to the back of my throat, that metallic taste that comes when you know something is wrong before you’ve even opened your eyes. I was lying in the guest room of the manor, the one with the high ceilings and the draft that whistled through the cracks in the window frame, a sound like a dying breath. The house was dark,...

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