The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the moor behind the keep into a soup of mud and heather. You stood by the high window of the great hall, watching the water streak the glass in long, trembling lines. Your hand rested on the pommel of your sword, a habit born of long vigilance, though there was no enemy to watch for tonight. Only the silence, heavy and wet, pressing against the...

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