The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was always the same, a loop of heat and char that Elias Thorne woke from with his heart hammering against his ribs. He lay in the dark of the master bedroom, the air thick with the phantom scent of burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of his throat like ash. He was thirty-two, a man who prided himself on his clarity, yet this recurring nightmare of his sister’s...

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