The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The castle fell in the night. Not with a crash, but with a long, shuddering groan that split the dark. Elara woke to the sound of stone tearing. She was not in her bed. She was in the cellar. The air tasted of wet earth and old blood. Above her, the ceiling cracked. Dust fell like gray snow. She remembered the trial. It had been weeks ago. The court had been bright. The sun had hit the marble...

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