The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the soot slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of a gray, indifferent sky that seemed to press down upon the rooftops of the textile district. I stood at the window of the boarding house, watching the droplets race one another down the glass, each path a short, futile journey toward the gutter. Inside, the air was...

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