The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Elias, come here. The sound of the match striking was sharp, a dry crack in the heavy air of the kitchen. My father stood by the stove, his back to me, holding a ledger in one hand and a lit match in the other. The paper was thick, cream-colored, and it smelled of old dust and something else, something metallic that clung to the back of my throat. I was twelve years old, and I knew the weight...

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