The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet, washing the cobblestones of the ancient city of Aethelgard until they shone like wet black glass. Elias stood at the edge of the bridge, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had been passed down through four generations of his family, each blade slightly shorter than the last, worn smooth by the grip of men who had believed they were doing the...

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