The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hammer strikes. The sound is a dull, wet thud, like a heart beating in a wet lung. You are here, in the dark, and the wood splinters under your fist. You do not know why you are hitting it. The room is a ruin of plaster and dust, a cathedral of decay that was once a home. You are Margaret, though the name feels like a coat that no longer fits. You are the detective of this house, and you...

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