The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell hard on the roof of the depot. It was a cold, gray Tuesday. Elias stood by the window. He watched the mud run into the ditch. The water was brown. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. He wore his uniform. It was blue. The buttons were brass. They were cold to the touch. He touched them. One, two, three. He knew the weight of the coat. It sat on his shoulders like a stone. It was...

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