The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The sky split open. Not with thunder. With light. A white, blinding severance. The palace of Ashworth, ancient and stone-bound, shook. Dust rained from the vaulted ceilings. You stood in the Great Hall. Your knees buckled. The floor was cold. You were the Keeper. The last of the line. The wise one. They said you knew the shape of things. They said you held the map in your mind. You held it. It...

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