The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The ceramic mug in your hands is warm, but the stone facade of the Palace of Records is not. In the dream, the mortar crumbles like dry bread, dusting your shoulders, and you try to hold the wall together with your bare palms, but the institution is too heavy, too old, too indifferent to your grip. You wake with your chest tight, the air in your small apartment thick with the smell of stale...

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