The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet over the highlands, turning the mud into a thick, sucking paste that held your boots fast with a tenacious, cloying grip. You stood at the edge of the trench, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by years of anxious friction. Above you, the sky was a bruised purple, swollen with the weight of the coming storm, and the...

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