The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven. It was a gray, persistent drizzle. It slicked the gutters. It darkened the stone. It turned the world into a blur of wet slate and bruised sky. Elias stood at the edge of the market square. His cloak was heavy. It was soaked to the bone. The water ran down his neck. It pooled in the collar. He did not shiver. He did not move. He watched the people....

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