The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The needle slipped. It was a fine steel gauge. It pierced the skin of the left hand. A bead of red welled up. It fell onto the white tile floor. It did not stain. It vanished. Miles Vane stared. His breath held. He was a cartographer of flesh. He mapped the veins. He traced the arteries. He was the best in the clinic. The hands were his domain. The hands were the truth. He lifted the needle. He...

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