The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the cold seeping into his bones. The dream was the same as always: his right hand, severed at the wrist, walking away across the white expanse of the border snow. It did not bleed. It simply moved, fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the ice, until it vanished into the fog. He sat up in the narrow cot of his outpost, his breath pluming in...

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