The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bone snapped clean. I felt it pop. It was not a sound. It was a feeling. A sudden absence. My left hand hung limp. The blood ran hot. It was red. It was wet. It was mine. I stood on the pier. The fog was thick. It tasted of salt. It tasted of rot. The town of Oakhaven lay silent. The houses were dark. The windows were black. They watched me. They always watched. I held my arm. I pressed it...

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