The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train had been running late for three hours, a sluggish, breathing thing of iron and rust that dragged its weight through the foggy valleys of the Blackwood Ridge. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees drawn up to his chest, holding the heavy leather-bound book in his lap. It was not a book of words, but of lines and borders, a map of the world as it had...

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