The Wistful Atlas
You are walking. The boots are heavy. They are wet. The mud is deep. It sucks at the heels. You do not look down. You look forward. The road is straight. It cuts through the grey fields. The air is cold. It bites the nose. It stings the eyes. You are a soldier. You are in uniform. The grey wool is damp. It clings to the skin. You carry a box. It is wooden. It is small. It fits in two hands. You...
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