The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurs the edges of the city until the streetlights become bleeding halos and the pavement turns to a mirror of black glass. You are walking, you know this, your shoes wet and heavy, dragging against the slick asphalt with a rhythmic, wet slap that sounds like the closing of a small coffin. You are carrying a box....

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