The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-17 17:07:23 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. It was a grey curtain, suspended in the air of the city. I stood at the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged the pane. I wiped it away. The view was gone. The view was never there. The city was a machine of iron and steam. It ground. It chattered. It ate. I am a scholar. I study the past. The past is a safe place. The past is dead. The present is a...

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