The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The tower stands. It is old. Stone and mortar. Cold. You climb. The stairs spiral. Tight. Airless. You are high. The city is below. Small. Grey. You count the steps. One. Two. Three. You do not look down. You never look down. This is your duty. To climb. To wait. To watch. The wind hits the glass. A sharp bite. You shiver. Your hands are white. You grip the railing. Iron. Cold. It bites into...

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