The Wistful Atlas
The building shook, a violent, grinding shudder that rattled the coffee mugs in their saucers and sent a cascade of loose papers swirling across the polished concrete floor of the precinct’s intake room, a tremor that felt less like an earthquake and more like the earth itself clearing its throat in preparation for a scream, and it was in that fractured moment, with the dust settling from the...
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