The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the edge of the city into a smear of charcoal and slate. It was the kind of weather that settled into the bones, a dampness that no fire could fully chase out, and it seemed to mirror the atmosphere of the precinct, where the air hung heavy with the scent of stale tobacco and unwashed wool. Thomas Bradshaw sat in his...

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