The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The box was brown, dented, and smelled of damp cardboard and old paper. It sat on the linoleum of my office at the Department of Missing Persons, a place that smelled of stale coffee and despair. I had been here for six years. I had seen enough to know that grief is just a chemical reaction that refuses to balance itself. But this box was different. Inside were not just documents, but pills....

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