The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I dreamed of the wool. It was thick and red and heavy. It pressed against my chest like a living thing. I could feel the heat of it. It was the coat. My coat. It sat on the hook by the door. It did not move. It did not breathe. But I knew it was there. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The room was cold. The windows were frosted. I sat up. The silence was loud. I am Elias Thorne. I am...

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