The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I remember the weight of the folding scale, the brass tips worn smooth by a merchant’s thumb, sitting on the wet wooden table where we argued over the tithe. The air in the backroom of the ferry crossing was heavy with damp kerosene and the metallic tang of old iron. I was thirty-four, a Chief Engineer in a world that had long since moved past the salt roads, yet here I was, in this cramped,...

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