The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The water in the fjord was black and still, a mirror that reflected nothing but the grey sky above. Liv Gundersen stood on the dock, his boots slick with mud, watching the ice storm tear at the elms. The wind was a physical thing, a hammer striking the glass of the cabin behind him. He had come for the deed, for the money, to pay off the debts that were eating his life away. The house stood at...

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