The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fog in Oakhaven did not lift so much as it thickened, settling into the cobblestones and the iron gates of the garrison with a damp, suffocating weight that seemed to press against the lungs of every man who walked its perimeter. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the polishing bench, his hands moving in slow, rhythmic arcs over the surface of a steel breastplate, the cloth a dull gray smear...

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