The Wistful Atlas
Chapter One Standing now at the edge of the cleared lot, holding nothing, June Gault watches the dust settle over the foundation stones, a permanent scar fixed in concrete where her family’s home once stood. She remembers the harvest banquet in Oakhaven, three years prior, when the wind outside the windows was sharp enough to cut the breath from the room, and she stood clutching her worn...
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