The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the safehouse, a relentless, rhythmic assault that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of my boots. I sat on the edge of the bed, the cold air of the cellar seeping up through the concrete. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From exhaustion. From the weight of the brass buckle on my belt, the one I had worn for twenty...

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