The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the sub-basement of the university’s biomedical facility smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and settled deep in the lungs. You sat in a plastic chair, the kind that molded to your shape with a slow, suffocating persistence, your hands resting on your knees, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. Before you, behind...

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