The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink in my quill trembles not from the cold, but from the absence of the fingers that once held it with the precision of a surgeon and the force of a hammer. I am Sir Aldric, and the year is 1347, though the calendar seems a distant, irrelevant abstraction to those of us who have seen the horizon turn the color of dried blood. My left hand was taken by the rot three weeks ago, a jagged stump...

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