The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Did you think the water would forgive us for what we poured into it? I stood on the mudbank, my boots sinking into the silt that smelled of iron and old rot, while the current of the river shifted beneath my feet. It did not flow; it pulled. The town of Canso, or what was left of it under the new flags, watched from the ridge, silent and grey. I was thirty-four, a border patrol officer, and I...

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