The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain in Vesperia did not fall. It hung. It was a grey, suspended curtain, thick as wool, smelling of wet iron and old blood. Elias walked through it. His boots were heavy. The leather had cracked and hardened. It no longer stretched. It held him tight, a second skin of pain. He carried no bag. He carried no map. He carried the weight of his name, which was a chain. He was a prisoner of the...

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