The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was thick. It was cold. It coated the roof of my mouth like a rusted film. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was white. It was stained. Water had leaked through it years ago. The stain looked like a map of a country I had never seen. I sat up. The pain in my left knee was sharp. It was a familiar companion. It had lived with me for twenty years. It had...

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