The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The tower was not built of stone, but of stacked silence, and it was crumbling. I stood in the center of the hall, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that pierced the rotting roof. My hands were trembling, not from the cold, but from the weight of what I held. The atlas. It was bound in leather the color of dried blood, its pages thick and yellowed, smelling of damp earth and...

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