The Wistful Atlas
The rain does not wash you clean. It only makes the mud slicker. You are walking toward the Spire. The path is narrow. The stones are cold. Your boots are wet. You carry a box. It is heavy. It is made of oak. It is bound with brass. You have walked for days. The air tastes of iron. The air tastes of rot. You are a mapmaker. You are not a thief. You are not a fool. You tell yourself this. You...
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