The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I woke with the taste of iron and wet moss on my tongue, the dream still clinging to the back of my eyes like a film of oil on water. In the dream, I had been running through a forest that did not end, the trees growing so thick and dark that the sky was a distant, forgotten memory, and I was not running away from anything, but rather toward a sound, a low, resonant humming that seemed to...

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