The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was always the same, a violent fracturing of brass against a bedrock that refused to yield, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, his heart hammering against his ribs like a fist against a locked door. He was forty-two years old, a man whose face had been worn smooth by the same winds that stripped the bark from the pines along the border, and for the last three...

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