The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Citadel did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, as one might expect in a fortress carved from the living rock of the northern mountains, but rather of damp moss, old parchment, and the metallic tang of blood that had been scrubbed too many times from the flagstones, leaving a ghostly residue that no amount of lye could fully expunge. Here, beneath the...

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