The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The smell of India ink was the only scent in the studio that Elias Thorne trusted to remain constant, a sharp, chemical bite that cut through the pervasive, sulfurous tang of distant cordite. At forty-two, his hands were still steady enough to trace the jagged coastline of the northern valley, a feat that had eluded him for the last three weeks as the tremors in his fingers grew more...

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