The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fire took the roof. Then the walls. Then the silence. Malcolm stood in the center of the room. The heat was a physical weight. It pressed against his eyes. His skin smoked. He did not move. He looked at the books. The spines cracked. The pages curled into black skeletons. He was a judge. Or he had been. Until the fire. Until the accusation. The house was small. A box of stone and timber....

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