The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turns the streets of the city into slick, dark mirrors. You are sitting in the study, the room your father used to command with such quiet, terrifying authority. The air smells of old paper, damp wool, and the faint, metallic tang of the blood that still hasn’t fully washed out of the rug. You are wearing the coat. It is a...

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