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Atlas spins his arm beneath a wind turbine each day, part of a village ritual as old as the wind itself. When fire destroys his turbine — and the only life he knows — he must find a direction that isn't round.
Atlas spins his arm beneath a wind turbine each day, part of a village ritual as old as the wind itself. When fire destroys his turbine — and the only life he knows — he must find a direction that isn't round.
