The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The carriage wheels grated against the cobblestones of the old town, a sound like teeth biting into bone, and Sergeant Elias Thorne sat rigid in the back, his hands resting on his knees as if they belonged to another man. The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, thick with the smell of wet stone and decayed leaves, a suffocating humidity that clung to his wool coat. He was traveling to...

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