The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The porcelain bowl shattered against the marble floor of the Grand Hall, a sound like a bone breaking, and in that single, crystalline instant, I understood that I had ceased to be a man and had become only the fragments of what I had been, scattering across the cold, polished surface of a world that no longer recognized my form. It was the winter of the industrial boom, when the smoke from the...

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