The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The sky did not crack open so much as it peeled away, like the skin from a bruised peach, revealing not stars but a void of absolute, humming grey. It happened on a Tuesday, or what passed for one in the village of Oakhaven, where time had long since ceased to be a river and become a stagnant pool. Elias Thorne sat in his chair by the window, his hands resting on the arms, the wood worn smooth...

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