The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The warden’s office smelled of old coffee and floor wax, a scent that had settled into the pores of the wood paneling until it seemed to exhale with the building’s own breath. Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak desk, his hands clasped behind his back, the skin of his knuckles white with the effort of keeping still. Warden Halloway, a man whose face had lost its sharp edges to the soft,...

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