The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

You stand at the edge of the frozen moor, the wind cutting through the thin wool of your tattered coat with a precision that feels less like weather and more like the deliberate, icy judgment of a god who has grown bored of your particular brand of suffering, and in your hands, held against your chest as if it were a beating heart rather than a bundle of stolen silks, you carry the only thing...

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