The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain on the ramparts was cold. It bit through the wool of Alderman’s tunic. He stood alone on the edge of the high wall, looking down into the mist that swallowed the valley. Below, the city of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of grey fog. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the promise of storms that would not break. Alderman was not a man of words. He was a man of stone and...

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