The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The letter lay on the bedside table, its cream paper yellowed at the edges, the ink of the Council’s seal a dull, drying brown that seemed to bleed into the fiber as I stared at it. I was forty-two years old, and the cough that had settled in my chest like a wet stone three days prior made the simple act of breathing feel like a violation of my own lungs. The document was not a request but an...

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