The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The clock is a beast of brass and mahogany. It stands in the corner of the parlor, its pendulum a heavy, swinging weight that cuts the air with a rhythmic, mechanical violence. You hold the key. It is cold. It is small. It fits into your palm like a secret, like a bullet, like a bone pulled from the flesh. The room is full of people. They are dressed in silk and wool, their faces bright with...

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