The Wistful Atlas
The canal traffic moved through the Atlas valleys with the slow, grinding inevitability of mill races, a brown tide of cargo boats carrying walnut oil and coffin timber toward the treaty ports where the prices were falling faster than the water level. I am Dalia Othman, and I have served in the Archive of Whispers for twenty years, watching the ink eat the vitality from my right index finger...
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