The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brass of the badge was cold against my palm, a slab of dead metal that had felt warm only yesterday, and I watched Major Halloway’s hand as he took it. He did not look at my face. His eyes stayed fixed on the snow, on the way the flakes clung to the wool of his greatcoat, and his breath came out in short, sharp plumes that dissipated before they could reach me. I stood there, the wind...

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