The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was not blood. It was the old rust of the floorboards. I was in the hall of the Manor. The light was grey. It was the light of a day that had never ended. I knew this place. My bones knew it. I had walked these halls for twenty years. I had kept the peace here. I had kept the silence. Now I was the stranger. I stood up. My legs were stiff. The air...

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