The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old wax, a cloying scent that seemed to coat the back of my throat with a film of grease. We were gathered in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center, a concrete box that had once been a bakery and now served as the sanctuary for the forgotten and the failed. I sat at the head of the long table, my hands resting on the white tablecloth,...

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