The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a persistent, metallic drumming against the soot-stained windows of the Ashworth Manor. Thomas stood at the head of the long oak table, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood with the meticulous care of a man measuring the pulse of a dying patient. He was a man of precise architecture, his mind a blueprint of cause and effect, yet here, in the...

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