The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey and persistent weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Abbey’s outer courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the low, bruised sky. Inside the scriptorium, the air was thick with the scent of oak gall ink, dried vellum, and the damp wool of the monks who sat in rows, their heads bowed in a discipline that felt less like devotion...

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