The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron blade did not sing as it struck the anvil, but rather a dull, heavy thud that seemed to resonate through the marrow of Elias Thorne’s left knee, a joint that had begun to protest the rhythm of the smithy weeks before the winter solstice, a swelling of fluid and inflammation that the alchemist, a man with eyes like wet stones, had claimed could only be cured by the cessation of all...

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