The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron key was cold in my hand, colder than the stone floor of the keep where I had spent the last three nights and days, a cold that seeped through the leather of my glove and into the marrow of my wrist, a chill that seemed to originate not from the object itself but from the very soul of the fortress, a fortress that had stood for four hundred years against the encroaching dark of the...

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