The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brass key was cold, slick with the damp that had seeped into Arthur’s palm through the wool of his glove. He turned it, feeling the tumblers click with a resistance that felt less like metal and more like the grinding of teeth. The door to the clock tower groaned, a low, sustained moan that vibrated up through the soles of his boots and into his jaw. It was a sound he had come to know as...

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