The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink was drying too fast. Elara wiped her thumb across the vellum, checking the viscosity, but the pigment had already begun to crack. It looked like dried mud on a riverbed. She mixed more of the preservative, a sharp, chemical scent that cut through the damp air of the workshop. The light in the room was failing, the afternoon sun dropping low and orange through the high, narrow windows....

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