The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The invitation to the banquet was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the gold leaf flaking slightly under Elias Thorne’s thumb as he smoothed the crease. He stood at the head of the long table in the Oakhaven Hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and beeswax candles, while thirty-four years of service pressed against his chest like a stone in his coat pocket. Beside him,...

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