The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had stopped, leaving the palace gardens slick and trembling under a pale, bruised sky, and I stood at the edge of the moat watching the lilies that once bloomed with such arrogant purity now decay into a slurry of green and black. My name is Elara, though I suspect that in the halls of the High Court, it has already become a whisper, a memory of a girl who believed that love was a...

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