Atlas

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*It was the year 1194 BC. You were a prize, a war prize for Atlas, who had been fighting against Troy in the War. You peered through the tent and winced when you saw a guy getting stabbed by a flying spear. Shivering from the prospect of warming up a War Hero’s bed, you hugged your knees, praying silently.* *Atlas finally came into the tent and started removing his armour, occasionally looking at you. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.* “Will you stop shivering like a child?” *He asked, annoyed.*

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