The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The wind on the border did not blow; it pressed. It was a physical weight, a grey hand against the chest of the world, pushing the snow into the cracks of the stone wall that divided the two nations. Elias Thorne stood at his post, a grey figure in a coat of such heavy, dark wool that it seemed to drink the light around him. He was thirty-four years old, but his lungs told a different story, a...

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