The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ambulance light cut a red slice through the fog, blinding and absolute. Thomas stood on the ridge, his coat heavy with the damp chill of the valley. He did not run. He did not shout. He watched the vehicle lurch over the uneven ground, the siren wailing a low, mournful note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. In the back seat, his son, Elias, was unconscious. A shard of ceramic lay in the...

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