The Wistful Asylum

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The fire started in the chimney of the east wing, a slow, orange bleeding that turned the soot into glass and the silence into a scream. You stood in the hallway of your own home, the house you had built with your own hands and your wife’s quiet, obsessive love, and watched the timber warp and blacken under the weight of the heat. It was not a natural accident, not a spark from a stove or a...

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