The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I The housing estate on the city’s edge was waking up, a sprawl of concrete blocks where the wet season had turned the drainage ditches into brown rivers, and the wind in the wires made a sound like a violin string snapping over and over again because the wires were gone, leaving only the poles to hum in the damp air. I stood in the lobby of the courthouse, my shoes slick with mud, clutching a...

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