The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The tax ledger on the desk weighed more than my conscience. My name is Kostas Papadakis. I am thirty-two. I collect the grain tithe for the temple infirmary. My sister Eleni is dying of a lung rot that no herb can cure, and the cost of her care is a debt that stretches from my boots to the sky. The debt collector, a man named Stavros with eyes like wet stones, waits outside the barracks. His...

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