The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain does not fall so much as it persists, a grey curtain drawn across the windows of the station, blurring the iron lattice of the bridge and the black, wet earth of the embankment until the world outside becomes a smudge of indistinguishable matter, and you stand there in the drafty waiting room, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea that has long since gone cold, watching the steam rise...

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