The Wistful Asylum

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The rain hits the glass. It sounds like static. You are sitting in the back of the lorry. The cab is empty. The driver, a man named Thomas, left an hour ago. He said he needed a cigarette. He said he would be back in five minutes. It has been forty. You hold the box. It is made of pine. It is light. Too light for what it contains. You know what it contains. You have known since you were six...

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