The Wistful Atlas
The rain against the windowpane of the archive room was not merely weather but a constant, rhythmic audit of the building’s structural integrity, a percussive argument against the very notion of permanence that Dr. Elias Thorne had dedicated his forty years to curating and, in the process, to slowly dismantling within himself. He sat in the high-backed leather chair that had belonged to his...
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