The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink on my quill had not yet dried when the door to the scriptorium creaked open, admitting a gust of cold air and the heavy, perfumed presence of Abbot Silas. I did not look up from the ledger, knowing that to meet his eyes before he spoke would be to admit that his coming had disturbed my work, a minor infraction in a house where every breath was accounted for. "Elias," he said, his voice...

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