The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of slate and mud. I walked through the district of Old Harbor, my boots heavy with the wet earth, the weight of the brass compass in my breast pocket pressing against my ribs like a second heart. It was a heavy thing, older than my father, its case dented and darkened by...

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