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Children Of Atlas

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A Webcomic about the weight of the world
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I know it’s like obvious cuz it’s a thing any author would say but like Isla, Cyran, and Angel are like literally each a piece of myself and my internal monologue and cut reactions to things - ESPECIALLY how I was when I was like 11 or 12

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Chapter 2

The hallway to this room was identical to the one that Cyran had walked through earlier, making it significantly less spooky to walk through, especially since Cyran was leading the way for the the other two kids, which emboldened her. Phly had lodged themselves back onto her leg instead of walking, meaning the only creature that was walking on their own was Tif, who had refused to be carried by Isla any longer. As they walked through the hallway the pitter patter of Tif’s little feet rang loud and clear, quick and constant as they did their best to keep pace with the significantly longer leg span of the children. 

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Children of Atlas - Chapter 1

Trying to wake up was like trudging through a thick pool of molasses, sleep clinging to her consciousness and calling her back. She was cold, and the ground was hard against her back. She never slept on her back, not even when she used to take naps on the concrete in the summer, and that fact itself is strange enough for her to continue the process of awakening. Tawny brown fingers began to twitch and paw around on the floor, searching for familiarity. They were met with foreign floor and brushed against the silky soft touch of something else. No blankets, no mattress, not even the hardwood floor of the house or the rough pavement of her garage. And that was finally enough for Cyran to fight against her fatigue and open her eyes. 

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