The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brass key was cold in Elias’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of use, a small, heavy thing that felt less like a tool and more like a burden. He sat on the wooden bench in the station, the leather seat cracked and dry beneath him, watching the train pull away from the platform with a groan of metal on metal. The destination was St. Jude’s, a place he had only seen in the...

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