The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell on the cobblestones of King’s Cross with a rhythmic, persistent hiss, a sound that seemed to scrub the very soul from the city’s ancient bones. I stood beneath the awning of the apothecary, my hands wrapped around a clay cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the droplets race down the glass pane in frantic, invisible lines. My name is Silas, though to the Magistrate...

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