The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog in the valley of Oren did not drift; it pressed. It was a living wall of gray, thick as wool and cold as iron, swallowing the light of the dying sun. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the border post, his boots sinking into the slush that was neither snow nor mud. He was thirty years old, a sergeant in the High Council’s border guard, and he had been here for four months. His orders...

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