The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fist came down like a judge’s gavel, heavy and final, striking the table with a resonance that seemed to rattle the very foundation stones of the manor house, and in that singular, thunderous instant, Elias Vane felt the familiar, cold weight of the badge he had worn for thirty years begin to dissolve into the air, not as a loss of rank but as a shedding of skin, leaving him raw and exposed...

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