The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was always the same. Mara stood in the center of the room, wearing a coat that moved like smoke. It was black, but not the black of wool or silk. It was the black of a bruise, of deep water, of the space between stars. It breathed against her skin, tightening and loosening with her lungs. Elias woke with a gasp, the sheets tangled around his legs. The air in the cottage was cold,...

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