The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The tower stood like a broken tooth in the gum of the city. It was not a beautiful ruin. It was a jagged wound in the skyline, jagged glass and rebar sticking out into the grey sky. The wind hit it and made a low, mournful sound. A hum. Like a cello string plucked by a ghost. Elias stood at the base of it. He was twelve. He wore a coat that had seen better decades, the wool thin and gray. His...

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