The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The damp in the cellar did not smell of earth, but of wet wool and old blood, a scent that had settled into the very stones of the leper colony of St. Jude’s. I, Elias, held my father’s silver clasp in my palm, the metal humming against my skin with a cold that burned, a faint, pale light pulsing in the darkness like a second heartbeat. It was a relic of the old faith, banned by the...

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