The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hits the pavement in heavy, grey sheets. It smells of wet concrete and old rust. You stand in the doorway of the precinct. Your uniform is stiff with damp. It clings to your back like a second skin. You are wet to the bone. The cold seeps into your marrow. It is a deep, structural cold. It does not care about your rank. It does not care about your years of service. It only cares about...

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