The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The feast was loud. It was a roar of cutlery against porcelain. It was the wet sound of wine being poured. It was the shuffling of boots on cold stone. Father Thomas sat at the high table. He did not eat. He held a goblet of red wine. He watched the liquid swirl. He watched the light in it. He watched it darken. The hall smelled of roast pork. It smelled of stale sweat. It smelled of fear. The...

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