The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of iron. Sir Alaric stood in a corridor of black stone, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and ancient dust. He was not in his armor, yet he felt its absence as a phantom limb, a hollow space against his ribs where the breastplate should have been. Before him, the door to the Chapel of St. Jude was ajar, leaking a sliver of candlelight...

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