The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying man’s breath. Elias stood before it. He wore his uniform. The cloth was thick. It was wool. It was black. It smelled of oil. It smelled of fear. He did not look back. He looked at the gate. The gate was closed. Beyond the gate lay the city. The city was quiet. The night was deep. The stars were cold. They watched him. They did not blink. Elias...

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