The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fire started in the east wing. It was not a small fire. It was a living thing, a red beast that tore through the oak beams with a roar that shook the dust from the rafters. You stood in the courtyard, the cobblestones cold beneath your boots, and watched the sky turn the color of a bruise. The air tasted of ash and sulfur. Around you, the castle guards scrambled, their armor clattering,...

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