The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ribbon was red, a strip of silk that looked too bright against the grey stone, and my hands, stained with the chalk dust of three years’ measurement, trembled as I held the scissors. I was Elias Thorne, master mason, fifty-two years old, and I stood in the shadow of the Municipal Hall’s new facade while Mayor Aldridge raised a glass of champagne, his voice smooth as oiled timber, promising...

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