The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the shop, sharp as a struck match. He did not look up from the mortar. The pestle ground against the dried root, a rhythmic, gritty sound that seemed to vibrate in his own teeth. The smell was heavy, a rotting sweetness that clung to the back of the throat, the scent of earth turned over too many times. His hands shook. They always shook now, the tremor...

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