The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was not of the war, as one might expect, but of the cold, wet smell of the earth in the northern fields, that distinct, heavy scent of mud and iron that clung to the boots of men who had walked too far for too long, and in the dream, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before a wall of fog so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against his chest with the physical force of a living thing,...

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