The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell on the roof of the cottage like a thousand small, cold judgments. It was a sound that had worn into Elias’s bones over the last three weeks. He sat by the window, his hands resting on the rough wood of the sill, watching the water streak down the glass in distorted lines. Outside, the village of Oakhaven lay in a gray silence, the kind that follows a storm and precedes a verdict....

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