The Wistful Atlas
The question that had kept Deirdre Sheehy awake for three nights was whether the floorboards were settling or whether the dead were merely restless, a distinction that mattered less to her than the fact that she was thirty-two years old, a junior archivist, and likely to be cast out into the winter before the frost even bit. Chapter One The building in County Leitrim was not a palace, but it...
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