The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ledger entry was smudged, the ink bleeding into the parchment like a bruise, and Silas Vane’s thumb pressed hard against the page to keep it from curling in the damp air of the Guildmaster’s office. He did not look up. He knew the smell of the room before he saw the man behind the desk: wet stone, old wax, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that always clung to Aldous Thorne. Silas had...

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