The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the gravel drive of the Harrowgate Estate into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and it was in this damp, grey morning that the housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, called out your name from the top of the stairs. “Elias,” she said, her voice thin and sharp against the hollow echo of the foyer, “you need to come up. The master is...

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