The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The gate slammed shut with a finality that rattled the windowpanes, a sharp crack that echoed in the hollow space of Gerald’s chest. He stood on the other side, the iron bars cold against his knuckles, the air biting at his face. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another, indistinguishable except for the rhythmic, metallic clatter of the cell blocks...

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