The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bell tower stood hollow at the center of Oakhaven, a skeletal finger pointing accusingly at the bruised sky. It had not rung in three years. Not since the night the mud swallowed the regiment. Thomas stood before it. His hands, calloused and scarred, rested on the cold stone of the parapet. The wind here was thin and sharp, cutting through his wool coat with a sound like tearing linen. He...

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