The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the grey sky above. I moved through the mud with the heavy, dragging gait of a man whose legs were lead and whose heart was a locked room where no light had entered in years. My name was Thomas Bradshaw, though to the people who watched me from...

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