The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The leather was cold, a slab of it against your ribs that had nothing to do with the October wind cutting through the Kestrel Valley. You adjusted the strap on your shoulder, the friction of the buckle against your wool coat a small, sharp pain that grounded you in the physical world. The survey board sat open on the rock, the paper dampening at the edges where the mist pooled. You were Elias...

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