The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The leather of the tabard had begun to rot from the inside out, a slow, sweet decay that smelled of wet earth and old blood. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the high windows of the Hall of Records, watching the threadbare fabric sag under the weight of its own history. It was my father’s, and before his, my grandfather’s, a lineage of wool and hide stitched with the sigil of...

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