The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the armory was thick with the scent of oil and old sweat, a preservation of effort that had gone on too long. You sat on the cold stone floor, your back against the rack where the halberds stood in silent, rusted rows, their steel heads catching the dim light from the high, narrow windows. Your body was a map of pain, each muscle a territory contested by inflammation and fatigue. You...

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