The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not ceased in three days, a steady, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the garrison town into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in his quarters, a room no larger than a closet, listening to the water drum against the single, high-set window. He was a man carved from the same damp earth as the fortress walls, his face a...

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