The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The river had risen overnight, a dark, muscular thing that swallowed the low-lying fields of the valley with a silence that was louder than any crash of water, and Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the embankment, his boots sinking into the mud that had been dry grass only hours before, watching the way the current stripped the bark from the alder trees and carried it away like discarded skin,...

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