The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray curtain that erased the distinction between the street and the cellar where Elias lived. He sat at the warped wooden table, his fingers stained with the black ink that had eaten into his skin, tracing the same letter over and over. It was a simple glyph, a mark he had invented in his youth to represent the sound of a door closing. Now it was the...

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