The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Chapter One "You’re late, Rosalie. The oxygen bill is due by the hour, not the day." I stood on the porch of number ninety-six on Candlewick Row, the wind whipping my coat against my legs. The air in Vellum tasted of copper and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was here to pay my brother’s debt, a sum that had grown teeth since the fire took the barn and the...

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