The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream was of a hand. Not a whole body, not a face, but just the hand. It was large, the knuckles swollen like oak knots, the skin mapped with the pale, branching rivers of old varicose veins. The hand hung in the air, suspended by an invisible thread, holding nothing but the weight of its own existence. It did not tremble. It did not reach. It simply was. When Elias woke, the morning light...

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