The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hall smelled of roasting lamb and old wax. Torches flickered against the stone, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like restless spirits. Margaret stood at the edge of the table. She wore the gray wool of a scribe. Her fingers were stained with ink. The ink was black. It was permanent. She watched the King raise his cup. The cup was gold. The wine was red. He laughed. The sound was...

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