The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The first thing you notice about the new subway lines is not the smell of wet limestone, but the way the air tastes of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to wash away. You are Arthur Vane, forty years old, a junior clerk at the Municipal Transit Authority, and you stand at the edge of the excavation pit in the shadow of the steam cranes, holding a...

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