The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

My hands were black with grease when Halloway walked in. I was wiping the error on the ledger, the one that had no corresponding entry in the physical stock, but which the book on my desk insisted was real. The book was leather-bound, spine cracked, pages thin as onion skin. It sat there, open, as if it had been waiting for me to look away. "Thomas." Halloway’s voice was low, a rasp of dry...

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