The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain hits the glass. You are wet. It is cold. You stand in the hallway. It is long. It is white. The walls breathe. You see the cracks. They look like veins. You feel the pulse. It is your pulse. Or maybe theirs. You do not know anymore. You are the prisoner. You are the king. The labels do not matter. The walls are high. The floor is marble. It is cold under your feet. You have no shoes....

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