The Wistful Atlas
The dream is always the same, a recurring loop of green and white where you stand in the courtyard of the Blackwood estate, watching the ivy climb the stone walls with a speed that defies the season. You are thirty-four, Elias Thorne, a border patrol officer with a pension that is slipping away through your fingers like sand, and you are terrified because the ivy is whispering your sister’s...
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