The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a scent that Elias Thorne had grown to accept as the smell of his own life. He stepped off the platform in Oakhaven, clutching a leather portfolio that contained the only thing that mattered to him: the Wistful Atlas. He was thirty-four, though the hollows under his eyes made him look older, a man carved from the same gray stone as the town’s brick...

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