The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The feast is loud. It is a wet, churning sound. Roast geese crackle in the ovens. The air smells of rendered fat and stale wine. You sit at the head of the long oak table. You are the scribe. You are the keeper of the seal. Your hands are steady. Your heart is not. The village of Oakhaven is a place of stone and silence. But tonight, it is fire and noise. They are celebrating the harvest. They...

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