The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train hissed a low, dying note as it pulled away from the platform. Margaret did not look back. She stood with her face turned toward the mist, the cold air biting at her exposed cheeks. The station was a skeleton of iron and glass, half-rotten, half-still. Around her, the air smelled of coal dust and wet wool. It was a smell that had settled into the lining of her lungs over ten years of...

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