The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a dense, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the world outside and the rotting wood of the old farmhouse where I had been stationed for the last three weeks, a place that smelled of wet wool and old paper and the slow, sweet decay of leaves that had been trapped under the floorboards for a decade. I was a man who had...

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