The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The tapestry was unraveling. Not in the way of age, not the slow, polite fraying of a hem worn by years of walking. It was tearing. A jagged, violent rip that started at the hem and clawed upward, seeking the loom that had once held it tight. I watched the threads loosen. Red. Gold. The deep, bruised purple of a storm that never breaks. "You are late," the King said. He did not look at me. He...

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