The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The road was white with frost. It stretched out like a bone. Maren walked. Her boots crunched on the ice. The city of Aethelgard loomed ahead. It was a city of stone and silence. The gates were closed. The guards watched her. They did not move. They did not speak. They were statues of iron and hate. Maren carried a box. It was small. It was made of oak. It was heavy. It held a map. No, not a...

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