The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The chandelier in the drawing room was a cage of crystal, swinging slightly with the draft from the open doors. Lord Vane stood at the center of the room, holding my mother’s silver brooch in his gloved hand. The room was full of people, laughing and drinking, their voices a dull roar that seemed to come from underwater. I stood in the corner, my hands clenched at my sides, watching him turn...

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