The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Chapter One Morag Toshach was fifty-two years old and had not slept properly since the spring flood threatened the foundations of the National Records Office, a fact that sat in her chest like a stone in a shoe, grinding against the soft flesh of her patience. The office smelled of damp paper and the sharp, metallic tang of the forge down the street, a sound that had been hammering since dawn,...

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