The Wistful Asylum

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The letter from the Guild lay on my desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and salt. It was a termination notice, or rather, a probationary warning, printed on paper so thin I could see the wood grain of the table beneath. I, Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a cartographer of the floating city of Aethelgard, had failed to map the Shattered Edge within the allocated quarter. The penalty was clear:...

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