The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The needle slipped between the ribs of the mannequin, a fine silver thread pulling taut against the damp air of the cellar. Elias Thorne watched the eye of the needle catch the gloom, the metal gleaming with a cold, indifferent light that seemed to suck the warmth from his own fingertips. He had been sewing for three hours, his back aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that matched the pulse he...

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