The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a relentless, grey hemorrhage that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, treacherous mirror of the world above. You remember the sound of it, a low, thrumming drone that vibrated in the marrow of your bones, a frequency that seemed to resonate with the very hollows of your chest where hope had once lived and...

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