The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The chisel bit into the limestone, a sharp *tink* that cut through the heavy fog of the quarry. You held the mallet steady, your knuckles white, feeling the vibration travel up your arm and into the marrow of your shoulder. It was a good strike, precise and clean, but the sound that followed was not the ring of stone on stone. It was a low, wet hum, a trapped breath caught in the throat of the...

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