The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The feast was a riot of wax and smoke, the air thick with the scent of roasting pheasant and the sharper, metallic tang of fear that clung to the stone walls of the abbey like a second skin. We sat in a long, dim chamber where the only light came from the trembling flames of a hundred tallow candles, their glow illuminating the faces of the monks, the local lord, and the handful of women who...

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