The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in Outpost 4 was sterile, recycled, and utterly devoid of the wind that usually battered the northern ridge, yet Elias Thorne felt the pressure in his teeth as he held the cracked porcelain compass against his chest. He was forty-two, a man whose life had been reduced to the rigid geometry of shifts and silence, and his only desire, the singular flame that kept him from dissolving into...

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