The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron gates of the Ashworth estate did not creak as they opened, for they had been oiled and greased by hands that feared the sound of friction, and I stood beyond them with my sword drawn, the blade humming a low, resonant note that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a sound that was not quite music but the precursor to it, the way a cello string hums before the bow is struck, and...

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