The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The glass shattered. It did not break into small pieces. It exploded. A jagged cloud of white light filled the kitchen. I held the bowl in my hands. My palms were wet with sweat. The sugar was gone. The honey was gone. Only the shards remained. They cut my fingers. I did not feel it. I am a maker of things. I make sweets. Caramel. Hard candy. Fudge. The shop is on the corner of 5th and Main. It...

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