The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky, a relentless, gray deluge that turned the Scottish Highlands into a blurred watercolor of slate and bruised purple. Margaret stood at the edge of the clifftop, the wind tearing at the hem of her wool coat, her breath coming in ragged, white plumes that vanished almost instantly into the cold air. She was not afraid of the height, nor...

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