The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ink on the stamp was dry, a flaking, rusty residue that clung to the rubber face like a scab that refused to heal, and I held it up to the grey light of the office window, turning it slowly in my fingers as if I were inspecting a bullet casing for a defect that would explain the shattering of a glass. It was a heavy thing, dense with a history of approval, of signature, of the cold...

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