The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Seven hours. That is what remains until the dawn bell tolls, and you have counted the minutes on the backs of your fingers until the skin has gone raw. The lamp sputters, throwing a jaundiced light across the parchment where the coastline of the Kingdom should be, but instead there is a smudge. It is small, no larger than a lentil, yet it pulses with a darkness that seems to drink the oil from...

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