The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s hand weighed exactly four ounces. He turned it over, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm, and checked the time. It was six in the morning. The gate of the Ashworth manor stood open, but the house behind it was a mouth waiting to swallow him. He had been sent to count the contents of the vault. That was the order. Count the gold, sign the form, collect...

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