The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the Royal Archive courtyard into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the jagged grey sky above as I stood before the main arch, my breath misting in the cold November air of 1342. I was thirty years old, a scribe of modest reputation but desperate intent, and I had come to retrieve my late father’s sealed confession, a document that could clear his name...

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