The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Thomas had a dream of teeth. They were his own. White. Perfect. They filled the mouth of the city. He bit down on a brick. It crumbled like dry bread. He woke. The rain tapped the glass. A steady rhythm. A slow pulse. He was a detective. Or he had been. The title felt loose now. A coat left on a hook in an empty room. He worked for the Bureau of Civic Order. They dealt with anomalies. Small...

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