The Wistful Atlas
The Wistful Atlas The parcel arrived on a Tuesday, the sort of Tuesday that seemed to have been folded inside itself and tucked behind all the other Tuesdays in Edward Ashworth-Cross's forty-three years. It came from the estate sale of Margaux Duval-Lacombe—his friend of twenty years, the woman who had taught him that maps were not descriptions of the world but confessions of the people who...
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