The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, grey mirror that reflected nothing but the low, bruised sky. I walked with my head down, the collar of my coat turned up against the chill that seeped through the wool and into the marrow of my bones. We were traveling light, my companion and I, carrying little more than the weight of our intentions...

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