The Wistful Atlas
The scriptorium of the Monastery of St. Nino smelled of damp wool and iron filings. Nikola Beridze, thirty-four years old and senior scribe, sat before the final folio of the Wistful Atlas, his fingers stained black to the second knuckle. He was not writing out of devotion, but out of debt. His brother, Levan, had died six months prior, leaving behind an unfinished commission that the Abbot had...
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