The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat was not new, but it was mine, and that fact carried a weight that no amount of mending could lift. It was a heavy thing, woolen and dark, the color of dried blood or perhaps old tea, with a collar that stood up to shield the neck from the damp chill of the factory floor. I wore it every day, in the biting cold of November and the stifling heat of August, because it was the only...

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