The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The frost had not yet broken the silence of the valley when Ser Caelen Ashworth began his ascent. The air was thin and tasted of iron, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and settled deep in the lungs. He carried no shield, for the road ahead demanded a lightness of step that burdened limbs could not sustain. In his hand, he held only a staff of ash wood, its surface worn smooth by decades...

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