The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smelled of wax and roasting lamb. Silas stood by the hearth. He watched the fire. It cracked. It popped. Sparks flew. They died on the stone floor. Silas was a man of few words. His hands were rough. They were stained with ink. And soot. He held a ledger. The leather was worn. The pages were thin. He looked up. The room was full. Noble faces. Sharp eyes. They drank. They...

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