The Wistful Atlas
The glass cuts your palm before you can stop your hand, the shards of the Wistful Atlas scattering across the cellar floor like broken teeth. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of Oakhaven, and the blood on your fingers is the only thing that feels real in this fog-choked village. You want to keep your daughter, Mara, safe, but the local lord’s men have already taken the last of the winter...
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