The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The house at Blackwood Hollow had not been swept in weeks, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, a fragility that seemed to permeate the very plaster of the walls. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the center of the study, his hand resting on the mahogany desk as if it were a rail on a moving train, his heart hammering a erratic, violent rhythm against his ribs that he tried...

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