The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The river did not flow so much as it bled, a sluggish ribbon of grey water stretching toward a horizon that promised nothing but more mud and more silence. Elias Thorne walked along the bank, his boots sinking into the silt with a wet, sucking sound that felt like a personal insult. He was not a man accustomed to such terrain. His hands, once steady enough to weave the most intricate tapestries...

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