The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The stem of the champagne flute was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a sharp, biting line of chill that cut through the warmth of the faculty gala. He stood near the buffet table, the emerald brooch of his late sister Clara resting in his breast pocket, its weight a familiar, dense anchor against his ribs. Around him, the air hummed with the low, polished friction of tenure and ambition, a sound...

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