The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain in the city of Ostromor does not wash; it accumulates. It settles into the cobblestones like silt in a stagnant river, turning the grey into a black that mirrors the soot of a thousand chimneys. You walk through it, your boots heavy with the weight of the day, your hands tucked deep into the pockets of a coat that smells of damp wool and old smoke. You are a man of the border, a...

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