The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream began with the smell of wet loam. Elara stood in a field that did not exist. The grass was silver, tall and swaying in a wind that had no source. She was not wearing shoes. Her feet were buried in the dark earth. It felt cold. It felt familiar. She looked down at her hands. They were covered in dirt. She woke in the hospital bed. The ceiling was white. The light was gray. The machine...

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