The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The sword bit deep. Caelan gasped. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. He was on his knees in the mud of the city square. Rain slicked his armor. It was heavy. Colder than the winter he had survived. The man across from him dropped his blade. He fell. Caelan did not look. He looked at the ground. A crack ran through the flagstones. It looked like a vein. It looked like a map. He stood up. His...

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