The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The wine was red. Thick. Like blood. You held the glass. You watched the light. It caught the rim. It shimmered. You were here. You were one of them. The music played. It was old. It was nice. You smiled. It was a small smile. It was a safe smile. Margaret stood by the door. She looked at you. She did not look at you. She looked through you. She was watching the room. She was counting. She was...

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