The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train screamed against the iron rails, a shriek that tore through the fog and lodged itself in your chest like a splinter of rusted wire. You were standing on the platform, the cold bit into your bones, and the air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. In your hands, you held the coat. It was heavy, lined with a silk that had once been the color of dawn but was now the dull, bruised purple of...

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