The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The oak tree at Blackwood Manor did not merely stand; it held the air in a grip so tight that the silence around it felt heavy, like wool soaked in rain. Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and bent by two decades of pruning the same branches, knew that the tree was dying, but he also knew that his pension depended on proving it was still alive. The local superstition was that the roots...

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