The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink is dry. It has been dry for three days. You hold the parchment tight. Your knuckles are white. The air in the cellar is cold. It smells of damp stone and old iron. This is the map. You drew it. You mapped the veins of the earth. You mapped the bones of the town. You thought you were making truth. You thought you were making order. Outside, the bells ring. They mark the hour. They mark...

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