The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The castle did not stand in the valley. It hung there, suspended in a grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elara woke with her mouth full of the taste of chalk. She was not in her dormitory. She was not in the office. She was standing on a bridge of black glass, looking up at the structure. It was a cathedral made of clocks. Gears the size of windmills turned slowly, grinding...

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