The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train from Lyon to Geneva cut through the mist like a scalpel, slicing the morning into thin, gray slices. Elias sat by the window, his fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. The air inside the carriage was stale, smelling of damp wool and old coffee, a scent that seemed to cling to the upholstery like a memory he could not shake. He was not going to Geneva for leisure, nor for...

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