The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was always the same. The clock face of the Oakhaven tower split down the middle, the glass raining down like shrapnel, the hands frozen at a time that did not exist. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the sheets tangled around his legs, the gray light of the industrial town filtering through the window of his modest cottage. He was thirty-four years old, a...

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