The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The banquet hall smells of roasted lamb and old sweat. You sit at the long table. The food is cold. You do not eat. You hold the vial in your left hand. The glass is warm. Your pulse beats against the rim. You are a prisoner. The walls are made of data. The air is recycled. You breathe in. You breathe out. The cycle repeats. It is perfect. It is sterile. It is wrong. The supervisor stands at...

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