The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The mud is red. It clings to your boots. It stains your hands. You are running. The rain is cold. It stings. You taste blood. Your own. The world is loud. Shrieking metal. Cracking earth. You stop. Leaning against the brick. The wall is warm. No. It is hot. The building breathes. It is alive. You touch it. The stone pulses. *Thump.* *Thump.* Like a heart. You are here. You are the map. The map...

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