The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Mara. The name hung in the damp air of the basement, heavy and wet. I looked up from the ledger. Mr. Halloway stood at the top of the stairs, his tie askew, his face flushed with the specific irritation of a man who has been waiting for a subordinate to acknowledge his presence. I am forty-two. I have worked the night shift for twelve years. My pension vests in six months. I need these files. I...

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