The Wistful Atlas
The ink was drying at a rate of four minutes per sheet, a fact Elias Thorne had measured with a pocket watch that cost more than his weekly wage. He counted the sheets on his desk: forty-two, each one a grid of lines that defined the border between the Kingdom of Aethelgard and the restless territories to the north. Outside the window of his cramped office in the stone fortress of Kael, the...
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