The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the Great Hall of the Blackwood Keep did not smell of roast pheasant or spiced wine, but of wet wool, old sweat, and the metallic tang of blood that had been spilled on the stone floor and never fully scrubbed away, a scent that had settled into the very mortar of the walls during the long, freezing winter when the supply lines had been cut and the lord’s men had eaten the horses one...

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