The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was a map drawn in ink that refused to dry. Mara held it. The paper was thin, wet, and cold against her palms. It smelled of ozone and old blood. In the dream, the lines did not curve. They snapped. Sharp, jagged fractures across a landscape that looked like the county but was not the county. It was a place of gray water and black trees. She woke with the sensation of dampness in her...

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