The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain of mist that swallowed the cobblestones of the old city until only the immediate world remained visible. Elias Thorne sat alone in the high tower of the Wardens’ Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the slow, sweet rot of the plague that had begun to whisper through the lower districts. He was a man of the law, a...

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