The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hit the tin roof. Hard. Fast. It drummed a rhythm that made teeth ache. Silas sat in the corner. Back against the wall. His hands were empty. They shook. Not from cold. From hunger. Or maybe fear. Hard to tell the difference now. The bar was empty. Just the smell of stale beer and wet wool. And the hum of the generator. Low. Constant. A mechanical beast in the basement. Keeping the...

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