The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The house exhaled as the carriage wheels ground against the gravel, a long, rattling sigh that seemed to shake the dust from the eaves of the Victorian manor. I stood at the threshold, my fingers white-knuckled around the strap of my satchel, watching the tail lights of the vehicle dissolve into the misty twilight of the industrial valley. My father did not speak. He never spoke much in the...

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