The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the causeway, shattering the silence of the moor with a rhythmic, grinding protest that seemed to echo the fracture in the air itself. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his back straight as a rifle stock, his eyes fixed on the mist that clung to the heather like a shroud. He was a man of the King’s Guard, a title that had once meant honor but now felt like...

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