The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The pen was cold, a dead weight of steel in my hand, the ink frozen into a black crust that refused to flow. I held it up to the lantern, watching the light catch the jagged edge of the nib, and for a moment the cave smelled only of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the wind screamed against the ice, a sound like tearing canvas, but inside the silence was a physical thing,...

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