The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The glass was not broken when I first saw it, but it was already dying, a fragile, translucent heart beating within a ribcage of cold air, and I stood before it in the silence of the cellar, my boots heavy on the stone floor, feeling the weight of my uniform press down on my shoulders like a physical substance, a leaden shroud that I had worn for so long it had become part of my skin, part of...

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