The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones and the ivy-choked walls of the old town hall. I stood at the edge of the town square, my coat damp with the chill, watching the way the water gathered in the cracks of the ancient stones. It was a town that refused to change, locked in a century that had long since passed, where the...

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