The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

You wake with dirt under your nails. The smell is thick. Wet earth. Iron. It coats the back of your throat. You are in the cellar. The stones are cold against your spine. A single candle burns. It gutters. The flame is yellow. It is weak. The door is open. You step out. The house is dark. The shadows are long. They stretch across the floorboards. You walk. Your feet are bare. The wood is rough....

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