The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The Duke’s voice was not loud, yet it filled the vaulted ceiling of the scriptorium, vibrating in the marrow of my bones. "You have until the autumn equinox, Elias," he said, his eyes fixed on the map spread before him, a jagged continent of ink and vellum. "If the atlas is not bound by the first frost, you will find no place in this court." I nodded, my jaw tight, and looked down at my left...

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