The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The sword was a thing of flesh and rust. It sat in the hand of Silas Vane, a man whose armor had grown heavy with the dust of centuries. The metal did not gleam. It drank the light. It wept a red, viscous fluid that smelled of old iron and wet earth. Silas held it tight. His knuckles were white. His grip was a prayer. Before him stood the Council of Ash. They did not wear armor. They wore...

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