The Wistful Atlas
The mud sucked at his boots. It was thick. It was cold. It held him. Elias walked. His leg hurt. The knee was bad. It had been bad for years. The rain fell. It did not stop. The sky was grey. It pressed down. He carried a pack. It was heavy. It held maps. They were old. The ink was faded. The lines were faint. They showed the valley. They showed the river. They showed the walls. He walked for...
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