The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The coat is gone. You stand in the corridor. The stone is cold. It bites into the soles of your boots. You remember the warmth. You remember the weight. It is not there. The hall stretches out. It is too long. The chandeliers hang like frozen stars. They do not flicker. They do not breathe. They watch. You are the Warden. You are the man who keeps the order. You are the man who keeps the...

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