The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The iron gate of the Penitentiary of the Northern District groaned open, a sound like a dying whale surfacing through black water, and you stood at the threshold with your hands cuffed behind your back, the cold air biting into the sweat that had soaked your shirt through. It was the year of the great smog, that thick, oily fog that settled over the industrial city and stayed, refusing to lift,...

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