The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

October 14, 2024 The coffee in the break room tastes like burnt pennies. I drink it anyway. My knees ache. The swelling in my ankles is visible through the fabric of my trousers. I am forty-five years old. I have twenty years of service behind me. I have ten years of pension ahead of me. I need to keep walking. I need to keep watching. I need to secure what I have built. The clock on the wall...

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