The Wistful Atlas

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2026-08-18 03:27:34 -

The Wistful Atlas

The road was mud. The sky was iron. I walked. The mud sucked at my boots. It pulled. It held. I pulled free. I walked on. The house stood at the edge of the cliff. It was old. It was white. It was broken. The windows were dark holes. The door was ajar. I pushed it. It groaned. The wood was dry. It cracked under my hand. I stepped inside. The air was cold. It smelled of dust. It smelled of rot....

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