The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the high windows, a relentless, hollow percussion that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of your bones. You stood in the center of the drawing room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of the storm, watching the large oak clock tick with a slow, deliberate malice. It was 1893, and the...

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