The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bridge was gone. Not broken. Not collapsed. Just gone. One moment the iron span arched over the churning grey water, a solid fact of the world. The next, it was a gap. A hole in the earth where something should have been. Thomas stood on the muddy bank. His boots were heavy. The rain was cold. It was the kind of cold that didn't stay on the skin. It went in. It settled in the bones. He...

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