The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the foundry was not merely hot; it was a physical weight, a dense, sulfurous fog that pressed against the eardrums and coated the tongue with the taste of copper and old blood. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the great crucible, his arms raised in a gesture that was less a command and more a plea, his hands open to the sky as if expecting rain. He was shouting, though the words...

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