The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The paper is damp. You feel the water seep into the creases of the pension form, blurring the ink where you signed your name. It is a small, cold weight in your hand, lighter than the rifle you carried for twenty years, but it feels heavier than anything you have ever lifted. You sit on the edge of the cot in Barrack Room Four, the stone walls sweating with the November damp, and you listen to...

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