The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The frost did not creep across the fields of Oakhaven; it crashed. It arrived in a single, suffocating breath, turning the dew on the clover into a million jagged diamonds that blinded the low sun and cracked the earth with a sound like breaking bones. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of iron and old blood, and the sky turned the color of a bruised plum, pressing down until the very...

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