The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog in the valley did not lift so much as it thinned, a slow exhalation from the earth itself, revealing the skeletal fingers of the pines that clawed at the bruised sky. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the porch, his legs dangling above a drop that was less a cliff and more a suggestion of the abyss, the kind of place where gravity seemed to hesitate before deciding whether to claim...

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