The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink did not dry. It bled. Elias Thorne sat in the high tower of the Abbey of St. Jude. The stone walls wept with damp. The air smelled of rot and old parchment. He held the quill. His hand trembled. The map spread before him. It was not a map of land. It was a map of souls. He looked at the lines. They moved. They breathed. A knock came at the heavy oak door. It was a single, hollow sound....

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