The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the refectory of St. Jude’s Institute for the Aged was thick with the smell of boiled cabbage and wet wool, a pungent, almost aggressive scent that seemed to cling to the lungs of everyone present, including the young cadets who had been drafted into the quiet, dusty halls to keep order during the autumn riots outside the city walls. Cadet Elias Thorne stood by the service counter,...

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