The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink froze in the nib before the line did. I scraped the tip against the blotter, watching the black sludge harden into a brittle shard that flaked off like dead skin. Outside, the wind did not howl; it scraped. It moved across the Blackwood Ridge with a purpose that felt less like weather and more like judgment. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a cartographer for the Crown, and I am confined...

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