The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brass on my badge was warm, slick with the sweat of a hand that had been gripping a revolver for three hours. I wiped it on the sleeve of my coat, the wool rough and gritty against the metal, and looked at the reflection staring back at me from the polished surface. It was not my face. It was a void, a dark, breathing hole where my features should have been. I am Elias Thorne, a constable...

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