The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The mist clung to the valley floor like a burial shroud, heavy and damp, swallowing the base of the ancient oaks that bordered your post. You stood at the edge of the perimeter, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had been forged in a different age, its steel dull with the rust of centuries and the sweat of men who no longer drew breath. The order had been clear, issued from the high...

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