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Character Chart: A Map to the Nine Lives
I arrived on Atlas’ vast goldstone terrace, the last remaining light of the day refracting off specks of stone that infused the air with a velvet amber. In the glowing atmosphere, Atlas stood tending to his garden and his statues, intensely focused yet pleasantly content. I made my way over to him.
“Ah. Good.” He muttered with a strained voice while moving a fixture. “I was lost in time, and you brought me back.”
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