The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Faye Gault had been quarantining the harbor’s sick for six years before the honey turned black. It started in the sealed jars of the Master of Stores’ private cache, a slow, sweet rot that smelled of burnt sugar and old pennies. I watched it happen from my desk, the linoleum cold under my shoes, the chill rising from the cellar floor like a physical weight. The Master, a man whose hands were...

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