The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall; it was pressed against the glass of the tower room, a gray, relentless hand trying to break the seal. I sat in the dark, my hands resting on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold. It was the only honest thing in the keep. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am the captain of the night watch. I have held this post for ten years. Ten years of silence. Ten years of watching the...

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