The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hammers the tin roof of the watchtower. It is a rhythmic, violent drumming that drowns out the wind. You are up there. You are always up there. The wood of the bench is wet and slick against your trousers. Your boots are soaked through. You do not move. You do not shiver. You have learned to let the cold settle into your bones until it becomes part of you, a second skeleton of ice....

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