The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the King’s highway into a thick, sucking paste that dragged at our boots with every step. We were a company of twelve, walking north toward the border where the fog was so dense it seemed to have weight, pressing against our chests like a heavy wool blanket. I was the youngest among them, barely past my twentieth year, and I walked...

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