The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was wool. Dark green. The fabric had thinned at the elbows. The buttons were loose. I watched it sway. A draft moved through the office. My fingers trembled. I stopped. I looked at the desk. Papers lay flat. The lamp hummed. A low, electric sound. I am a linguist. I study dead languages. I find patterns. I name things. I believe in order. The coat...

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