The Wistful Atlas
You are standing in the center of the hall. The floor is black marble. It is cold. Your feet hurt. You do not feel the cold. You feel the weight. The weight is in your spine. It is a vertical crack. It splits you down the middle. You are two halves. One half is you. The other half is the ghost of who you used to be. The room is full. Hundreds of people. They wear silk. They wear gold. They look...
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