The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The morning air in the tower was cold enough to crack the glass of the clock face, a sharp, brittle sound that Elias Thorne heard before he opened his eyes. He lay on the narrow cot in the maintenance room, the floorboards creaking under the weight of his body, and the dream was already fading, leaving only the sensation of dust in his throat. The dream was always the same: his father’s...

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