The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron rod slipped from my grip, not because my hands were weak, but because the air around the manuscript table had grown thick with a static charge that tasted of copper and old rain. I stood there, breathing hard, the sweat cooling rapidly on my forehead as the candle flames in the scriptorium flickered and died, one by one, until the room was plunged into a darkness so absolute it felt...

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