The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The form was yellow, the standard-issue carbon copy that smells of chemical dust and old coffee, and I held it with both hands as if it were a live wire. Julian Vane stood by the window, his back to me, looking out at the pine forest that swallowed the outpost whole. He did not turn around. He did not need to. I could hear the rustle of his expensive suit, the faint, expensive scent of cologne...

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