The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 18:12:37 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a grey, relentless weeping that soaked into the wool of my coat and settled in the marrow of my bones. I stood before the great oak doors of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane, the brass handle slick under my fingers, the metal cold enough to burn. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and decay, a perfume that had...

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