The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Elias packed the last coat. It was a heavy thing. Wool and thread. Blue. He folded it tight. He placed it in the box. The room was cold. The glass was thin. He heard a knock. It was soft. He did not answer. The knocking came again. He stood up. His knees ached. He walked to the door. He opened it. Eleanor stood there. She wore a gray dress. Her hair was wet. The rain had stopped. The street was...

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