The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not stop. It had not stopped for three days. The sky over the city was a bruised purple, heavy and low, pressing down on the slate roofs of the old quarter. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water run down the glass in thin, weeping lines. He was a man who had left. He had left the valley. He had left the soil. He had left his brother, Thomas. Thomas was sick. The letter...

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