The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The glass cracks. It happens fast. One moment, the reflection is whole. A perfect circle of silvered glass, framed in brass. The next, a web of white lines blooms across the surface. You stare at it. The shards do not fall. They stay suspended, a frozen explosion. Your face is gone. In its place is a blur of gray and blue. The sky. The clouds. The void. You are seven years old. Your name is...

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