The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the world into a blur of mud and steel. I sat in the corner of the archive, a small, windowless room that smelled of damp paper and floor wax, watching the water drip from the cracked ceiling into a rusted bucket. The bucket was full. It was always full. I was a junior archivist, a position that required more silence...

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