The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hand was gone. It sat on the table. A slab of pale meat. The fingers were severed at the knuckles. The nails were yellowed. The skin was dry. It looked like a piece of driftwood. It looked like a root. Elias stared at it. The room was cold. The stone walls sweated. A single torch flickered. Shadows danced on the floor. They moved like water. They moved like snakes. He held the hand. He held...

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