The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream began with the sound of tearing silk. It was a wet, fibrous rip. Not a snap. A slow, agonizing pull. Elias woke in the dark. The air in the tent was thick. It smelled of wool and old sweat. And the metallic tang of fear. He sat up. His hands trembled. He looked down. The tunic was gone. It had been there an hour ago. He remembered folding it. He remembered the weight of it on his...

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