The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron gate of the Imperial Mint stood like a jaw clamped shut against the fog, its teeth rusted and heavy with the soot of a city that never seemed to sleep. Elias Thorne stood his post as he had for twenty-two years, his boots planted firmly on the cobblestones, his eyes fixed on the ledger of the night rather than the sky. He was forty-two, a man whose face had been worn smooth by duty,...

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