The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain tapped against the glass of the window with a rhythmic, insistent patience, a sound that had long since ceased to be merely auditory and had become a physical weight in the air of the office. Thomas Whitmore sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and anxieties, and stared at the map spread before him. It was a large, heavy thing, bound in leather that had cracked...

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