The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it erased. It rolled in from the harbor at the edge of the world, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the cobblestones and the timbered houses, leaving only the sound of wet boots on stone and the distant, mournful cry of gulls. Elias Thorne walked against it, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, his breath forming small, fleeting ghosts in the...

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