The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I The boundary was not a line, but a space to be inhabited. Suzanne Girard sat in the straw-pallet barracks, the smell of wet reeds and old salt caking the air, her fingers tracing the edge of the clay amulet. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference, six minutes fast, a constant error she had learned to correct in her head as she checked the ledger of arrears. Her...

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