The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink is moving again. I looked up from the parchment, my quill trembling in a hand that felt too heavy for the task. The line I had drawn for the northern border of Vael was straight, clean, and wrong. As I watched, the black substance writhed like a living vein, correcting the curve to match a shape I had never seen but somehow remembered. It was not my hand doing this. It was the ink...

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