The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The cellar door creaked open, and the name *Elias* hung in the damp air like a wet cloth, heavy with the intent of the man who spoke it. You looked up from the ledger, your fingers stained a deep, bruised indigo that had long since seeped into the whorls of your skin, and you knew before Thomas even finished his breath that the Guild had come for you. The smell of madder root, sharp and...

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