The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound but a presence, a thick, viscous thing that coated the throat and settled in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river, and Margaret Holloway stood at the center of it, her fingers trembling not from cold but from the terrible, electric weight of the knowledge she carried within her chest, a knowledge that had been fed to her in...

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