The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

You dream of the map. It is not paper. It is skin. It stretches taut over the bones of the world. You are in the cartographer’s study. The room smells of wax and old blood. Rain hammers the leaded glass. The map is unfinished. The coastlines are wrong. The mountains are too soft. They need to bleed. They need to be real. You look at your hands. They are stained with ink. The ink is black. It is...

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