The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall; it was pressed down from the sky by a weight that had no name, a gray, static pressure that settled into the marrow of Elara’s bones. She stood in the center of the drawing room of the Blackwood estate, her hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards, but from the sheer, visceral effort of holding the air together. The room was a cathedral of...

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