The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bread was hard as stone. It sat on the stainless steel counter. White. Square. Unyielding. I had been staring at it for three days. Or maybe it was only three hours. Time here is a fluid thing. It pools in the corners of the cells and drains away when the lights flicker on. I do not know the date. I do not know the year. The windows are slits in the wall, high up, barred with iron that...

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