The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Did you ever wonder if the hand was real, or just the ghost of a cut we never properly stitched? The light in the detention center’s cooling room was the color of old dishwater, flat and gray, pressing against the single barred window where the wind from the wadi outside kicked up dust against the glass. I sat across from Anu, her knees drawn up, the hospital bracelet she had worn since the...

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