The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat was heavy. Not just in weight, but in presence. It hung in the corner of the room like a second, darker self. I woke with the smell of wool and old rain on my tongue. The air in the cellar was cold. It pressed against my skin. I was alone. The single bulb overhead flickered. It buzzed. A low, persistent hum. I reached out. My hand closed around the lapel. The fabric was rough. Worn. It...

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