The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The mortar in the walls of the old manor house, once white and crisp under the sun, had begun to rot into a soft, gray sludge, much like the paste that sat in the small ceramic bowl on the sideboard, a paste that Edward Ashworth had spent the last three weeks trying to prepare, grinding the dried roots of valerian and chamomile with a pestle that felt heavy and indifferent in his hand, a weight...

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