The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The road was red. Mud clung to the boots of Elias Thorne. It was thick. It was heavy. It smelled of iron. He walked. The cart followed. The wheels groaned. The wood was old. The wood was wet. He carried the map. It was rolled tight. It was bound in leather. The leather was cracked. The leather was dry. He held it against his chest. The skin was cold. The stone wall of the prison loomed. It was...

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