The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The quill was already moving, a frantic, black scratch against the vellum, before Elias’s hand could steady it, and the wet, rusty taste of copper flooded his mouth as he doubled over, his elbow striking the edge of the oak table with a dull, wooden thud that echoed in the narrow, cold room. He coughed, a violent, racking spasm that seemed to pull his lungs from the inside out, and a spray of...

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