The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The Guildmaster’s decree arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with black wax that smelled of burnt tallow and authority. Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and the valley’s only licensed apothecary, stood in his shop while the messenger, a boy with ink-stained fingers, read the document aloud. It was not a request. It was a prohibition. The use of *Lunaria noctis*, the moon-bloom, was hereby banned...

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