The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The glass vial was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, slick with condensation that felt like sweat, and the fog outside the carriage window was so thick it seemed to press its gray face against the pane, erasing the city of Veridia into a void of wet stone and silence. He was forty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades measuring out salvation in milliliters, yet here he sat, a prisoner...

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