The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The candles in the great hall of the Ashworth estate burned low, their flames trembling in the draft that seeped through the ancient, stone-walled cracks. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had once gripped it in anger, in prayer, or in desperate hunger. The air smelled of roasted venison, rosemary, and the sharp, metallic tang of old...

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