The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The parchment lay on the stone table, wet and weeping, the ink of the northern river blurring into a dark, bruised stain that refused to set. Elias Vane watched the liquid spread, a slow, silent flood that swallowed the fine lines of the tributaries he had drawn that morning. It was the third day the paper had behaved so, and he had stopped trying to blot it, for the dampness seemed to rise...

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