The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a relentless, viscous curtain of grey that turned the heath into a churning sea of mud, and I stood at the edge of the treeline, my hands caked in the dark, arterial slurry of the earth, feeling the cold seep through the thin leather of my gloves, a sensation that had long since ceased to be merely physical and had become the definitive texture of...

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