The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The soup was cold, but you ate it anyway, the spoon clinking against the porcelain bowl with a sound that seemed too loud for the hushed elegance of the dining hall. "Elara, you are trembling." Clara’s voice was smooth, polished by years of managing estates and silencing dissent. She sat at the head of the table, her white gloves pristine, her eyes fixed on the window where the rain lashed...

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