The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat is heavy. You know this because you have carried it for three days, folded under your arm, from the hospital morgue to the archive, from the archive to your apartment, and back again. It is a wool thing, dark brown, frayed at the cuffs. Your father wore it for forty years. It smells of mothballs and old paper. You are Elias. You are forty-two. You are the night archivist for the...

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