The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat was red. It was a deep, arterial red, the color of old wine or a bruise that refused to heal. Elias held it in his hands. He stood in the tower room. The stone was cold. He could feel the chill through his gloves. He was the Archivist. He was also a prisoner. The bell tolled below. One. Two. Three. The city slept. Or pretended to. The guards patrolled the streets. They carried pikes....

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