The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ceiling of the archive room was not a ceiling but a fractured sky, a mosaic of plaster and dust that had been shattering for decades, waiting for the right moment to fall. Arthur Penhaligon stood beneath it, his back pressed against the cold steel of the filing cabinet, watching a flake of white gypsum detach itself from the grid. It hung in the air for a heartbeat, suspended by some...

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