The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The map was wrong. Not the paper, which was heavy and cream-colored, smelling faintly of beeswax and old dust, but the ink itself, which bled into the fibers like a bruise that refused to heal. I held it up to the light in the archive room, my fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the error. The coastline of the northern isles did not end where the...

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