The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The glass shatters. Not with a sound. Not with a bang. It just... goes. Like ice under a boot in the dead of February. You feel it before you see it. A cold snap in the air. A sudden, sharp absence of weight in your hand. You are standing in the hall of the old manor. The wallpaper is peeling. The paint is yellowed with age and smoke. You are wearing your father’s coat. It smells of tobacco and...

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