The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I woke to the sound of the glass shattering, though my hands were empty. The shards did not fall to the floor but hovered in the air, suspended in a beam of pale, institutional light that cut through the gloom of the holding cell. I reached for them, not with the intent to clean, but to feel the edge. It was a moth, or perhaps a fragment of one, that lay in my palm when the dream dissolved. Its...

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