The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The soup was thick. It clung to the tongue. It tasted of iron and old bone. Elias stirred it. The spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. He did not look up. The cafeteria was loud. Fluorescent lights hummed. A low, constant drone. Men sat at long tables. They ate. They spoke in low voices. Elias was one of them. He was not a prisoner. He was a worker. He had chosen this. Or so he told himself....

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