The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The house was breathing. That is the only way to describe the rhythmic, wet expansion of the walls in the early morning, a slow inhalation that pressed against the skin like the palm of a giant. I sat at the mahogany desk, the wood cool and slick beneath my fingertips, watching the dust motes dance in the beam of light that sliced through the heavy velvet curtains. My hands trembled, a fine,...

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