The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old money, a cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the fibers of your wool coat as you stood by the window, watching the rain smear the lights of the university quad into long, weeping streaks of amber and grey. You were a guest of honor, though the term felt like a lie told by a man with a cracked mirror. The department had gathered to...

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