The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Wren dreamed of teeth. Not his own. Not the white, sharp pins of the adults who walked with the wind in their hair. These teeth were yellow. They were cracked. They were buried in the earth like roots. In the dream, he tried to pull them out. They would not break. They were part of the ground. He woke with a gasp, his small hands clenched into fists. The room was dark. The candle had burned to...

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