The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hall was not built of stone, but of woven breath and old light, a vast cathedral of suspended dust where the air tasted of iron and dried lavender. Master Elowen sat at the head of a table that seemed to stretch into an infinite, dim horizon, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the grain of the wood, which was actually the hardened veins of a sleeping giant. She was a scholar of...

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