The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The charcoal stick is short now, worn down to a stub that smells of burnt wood and old graphite, and it is the only thing in your hands that feels solid enough to trust as you press it against the damp, cold parchment. You are Silas, thirty-four years old, a border guard in the ancient, fog-choked citadel of Oren, and you want to map the shifting, supernatural mist that devours the northern...

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