The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The steam hissed from the locomotive’s exhaust like the dying breath of a beast that had forgotten how to live, and Elara Vance stood on the platform of the Ashworth Junction, her fingers white-knuckled around the handle of a brass instrument case that felt less like luggage and more like a shackle. The air tasted of sulfur and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of her throat and...

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