The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The steam from the engine curled around Elias Thorne’s boots, a cold, gray ghost that smelled of coal and wet iron. He stood on the platform, his hand gripping the strap of a leather satchel so tightly his knuckles had gone white, watching Mara step onto the eastbound express. She was twelve, small for her age, with a coat that had seen better winters. She looked back at him through the glass,...

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