The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The candle sputtered, throwing long, jagged shadows against the damp stone walls of St. Jude’s Hospital. Elara wiped her hands on her rough linen apron, the motion mechanical, a ritual of control in a world that was losing its shape. She stood by her father’s bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest, a shallow, rattling rhythm that seemed to count down the seconds of his life. Thomas...

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