The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Hong Wang pressed his thumb against the damp linoleum, the grit of the floor working into the whorls of his skin as he scrubbed the grime from the ledger’s spine. The office smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into his pores three weeks ago and refused to leave. He was thirty-two, a clerk in a damp provincial town, and he wanted to buy his mother’s medical debt to secure...

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