The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The dream is a corridor of endless, peeling wallpaper, yellowed by the damp rot of centuries. You are walking. You are always walking. The air tastes of copper and old paper, thick with the humidity of a sealed tomb. Your boots, heavy with the dust of the road, strike the wooden floorboards with a rhythmic, hollow thud that echoes back to you from a distance that does not exist. You are a...

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