The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rusted Ford F-150 kicked up a cloud of dry earth as it cleared the gate, the sound of its engine dying out slowly into the thin November air. I stood on the porch of the Thorne house, watching my brother, Silas, disappear down the gravel drive, his shoulders hunched against the cold. He was driving away from the only place that had ever held us together, fleeing a label the agency had...

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