The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The carriage wheels grated against the cobblestones of the High Street, a sound like teeth grinding in a fever dream. Elara sat in the back, her hands clasped so tightly around the leather straps that her knuckles turned the color of old bone. She was looking for the Glass Weaver. Everyone in the city of Oakhaven knew the name, though few had seen the man. He lived in the shadow of the...

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