The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The pen tip scrapes against the vellum, a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, and the ink is already moving. You are Mara, thirty-two, and your hands are shaking so badly you can barely hold the stylus steady. The basement is cold, a damp chill that settles in your joints and refuses to leave, but the air around the ledger is warm, humid with the scent of old paper and something rotting,...

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