The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine gray mist that settled on the shoulders of those who walked through the industrial park of Eastbridge. It was a cold that seeped into the marrow, the kind that made joints ache and thoughts slow to a crawl. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his office on the fourth floor, watching the water streak the glass. He was a man of sixty, with hands...

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