The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Thorne, you’re late. The voice belongs to Silas, the foreman, and it is not loud, but it cuts through the grey morning air of the colliery yard like a wire. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, an inspector with twelve years of service and a pension that is six months away from being yours. You need this pension. You need it for the rent on your room in the town of Blackwood, for the...

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