The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain lashed the stone. It stung my face. I felt it. The cold bit into my armor. My sword arm ached. It was heavy. Too heavy. I swung it. The blade sang. A low note. The air split. We were in the trench. Or what passed for one. The city was old. Older than us. The walls were thick. They hummed with a sound I could feel in my teeth. A low thrum. The air tasted of iron and wet dust. I looked...

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