The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the world outside the window into a smudge of wet slate and bruised sky. Inside the cellar room, which smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, Arthur sat with his knees drawn to his chest, the map spread out on the floorboards between them. It was a large thing, a topographical survey of the...

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