The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The soup was thick. It clung to the spoon. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elara sat at the head of the table. The guests were many. They were strangers. They wore coats of grey wool. They spoke in low, polite tones. No one looked at her. They looked at the bowl. "You look unwell," said the man across from her. His name was Arthur. He had a kind face. It was a mask. "I am fine," Elara said. Her...

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