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I’m certain the real Atlas behind the walls is worth knowing, as long as I can get past the Atlas guarding the gate.
Similar to his face, he’s got a nice voice. I can’t explain it, but it’s a warm voice. The kind of voice that makes you feel like you swallowed a mouthful of hot coffee. A pleasant sort of burn.
my heart hurts. Nobody warned me that heartbreak was a physical ailment, beyond just the emotional. I miss Atlas so much, my body aches with it.
