The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The gaslight in the barracks of the 1904 border garrison flickered with a sickly, yellowish pulse, casting long, wavering shadows that danced against the damp stone walls like the ghosts of men we had already lost. I sat on the edge of my narrow cot, the wood groaning under the weight of my fatigue, and clutched the worn leather folder in my hands, its spine cracked and fraying from years of...

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