The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Elias sat by the fire. The coals glowed red. He held a compass. It was old. Brass. Dented. He looked at it. Then he looked at the wall. The wall was stone. Cold. He was a mapmaker. Not a cartographer of land. Of souls. Or so he thought. He drew lines. He measured distances. He charged a fee. He was honest. Or he tried to be. "Is it done?" The voice came from the door. It was a man. Tall. Pale....

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