The Wistful Saga
The map was wrong. I knew it before I saw the ink. I felt the error in the weight of the paper, a heavy, damp thing that smelled of rot and old libraries. It sat on my desk at the university, a relic from a department that no longer existed. I am a historian now. I deal in dates and dead men. I do not deal in maps. But this one had called to me. It was a chart of the coast. Specifically, the...
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