The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The smell of damp plaster and old foxed paper is the first thing that greets you, a thick, cloying scent that coats the back of your throat before your eyes even adjust to the dimness of the basement. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your hands are stained with the black ink of a restoration that is slowly killing you, your fingers cramping in the cold as you work on the brittle edge of the...

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