The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The air in the room is thick, sweet, and cloying, tasting of rot and sugar. You are standing in the middle of a field that is not a field, a vast expanse of crushed velvet and pale bone that stretches out to a horizon where the sky hangs low and purple, bruised by the weight of stars that do not twinkle but pulse like wet hearts. You are not running anymore. You have been running for so long,...

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