The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron gate groaned open, a sound like the tearing of old skin, and Sir Alistair Vance stepped into the courtyard of the Blackwood manor with the weary precision of a man who had walked a thousand similar paths. The air was thick with the scent of wet slate and decaying ivy, a heavy perfume that clung to the wool of his doublet and the leather of his gauntlets. He was the Warden of the...

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