The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The frost had crept into the cracks of the flagstones in the chapel of St. Jude, a white lattice that mirrored the fractures in the mortar of the altar, and I sat with my back against the cold stone, listening to the wind howl through the broken rose window, a sound that sounded less like air and more like the collective sigh of a town that had forgotten how to speak. I am Elias, a...

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