The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Vane, you’re holding the intake valve again. The voice cut through the hum of the filtration plant, sharp and dry as the chalk dust that coated the walls. Arthur Vane did not turn immediately; he kept his eyes on the blackened oak leaf resting in his palm, its veins pulsing with a faint, wet heat that matched the rhythmic blow of the steam whistles outside. It was a natural contaminant, he was...

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