The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The frost on the windowpane had hardened into a delicate, fractal lace that I traced with my thumb, a slow, repetitive ritual that served as the only tether between my mind and the cold reality of the room, where the air smelled of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stones of the manor house, a scent that had become so familiar it was...

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