The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was cold. It smelled of wet wool and old blood. Wulfric stood in the yard, holding a stone. It was heavy. It was jagged. He looked at the stone. He looked at the door. The door was shut. He did not open it. He threw the stone into the dark. It did not make a sound. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He sat up. The room was small. The walls were damp. A single window let in...

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