The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The morning bell did not ring so much as it exhaled, a low, resonant hum that seemed to rise from the marrow of the stone floor rather than the iron tongue in the tower, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through his thin wool trousers, but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the ink in his quill, the ink that was not...

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