The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was not of fire, but of paper. It was a vast, curling sheet of parchment that stretched from the cobblestones of the street to the grey sky above, and on it, in ink that moved like slow water, were written the names of every person I had ever lost. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of rain hammering against the leaded glass of my narrow room above the chandler’s...

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