The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The heavy, velvet curtain of the royal bedchamber, thick with the scent of beeswax and stale lavender, was torn open by a gust that smelled of rain and distant smoke, and in that single, violent instant, the young scribe, Arthur, felt the cold fingers of the world tighten around his throat, for he stood there, exposed, his hands trembling not with fear but with a terrible, vibrating clarity,...

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