The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The wool coat was breathing. Elias Thorne stood in the hallway of their flat on Hammersmith Road, his hand frozen on the doorknob, watching the heavy navy fabric expand and contract in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the still, cold air of the November morning. It was Clara’s coat, the one she had worn every day for the last three years, the one that smelled of damp earth and old paper,...

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