The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The fire in the Guildhouse had already taken the west wing before Liv Strand remembered the sound of the closing bar, that low, metallic thud that meant the mine was shutting down for good. He stood in the doorway of the archive, the smell of wet wool and old ink thick in his throat, watching the smoke curl across the floorboards. It was a domestic thing, the smoke. It did not roar. It simply...

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