The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The brandy in the crystal glass was cold, but Elias Thorne drank it anyway, the liquid burning a path down his throat that did nothing to steady the tremor in his left hand. He stood in the gilded war room of the High Command, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, his knuckles white as he gripped the stem. At forty-two, he felt the weight of every year he had spent in service...

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