The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The map was bleeding. That was the only way to describe it. Not tearing, not fading, but bleeding, a slow, dark weeping that spread from the center of the parchment like a bruise under skin. I held it up against the grey, churning sky of the moors, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air. The ink of the rivers had turned into a viscous, black...

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