The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hall smelled of roasted pig and stale beer. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of your coat, a physical weight you could feel pressing against your skin as you moved through the crowd. Men in heavy industrial overalls stood in clusters, their faces flushed red, their voices rising in a chorus of laughter and complaint. This was the midwinter feast of the Ironclad Union,...

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