The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink on the parchment was still wet when I counted the hours, three in the morning, the cold biting through the wool of my sleeves. I had twenty-six hours left until the dawn inspection, and the final quadrant of the Wistful Atlas remained a blank, terrifying void. The smell of the scriptorium was thick, a heavy suspension of mildew, dried rabbit skin, and the sharp, metallic tang of the...

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