The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was a static hum, a gray noise that filled the space behind your eyes before you opened them. You lay in the narrow bed, the linen cool against your temples, and you felt the weight of the case pressing down on your chest like a wet wool blanket. It was not a case of murder, nor of theft, but of absence. A woman had vanished from her life, and with her, the map of who she had been....

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