The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-17 19:01:30 -

The soup was cold. It sat in the ceramic bowl, a grey sludge of kale and chicken, trembling slightly as Margaret’s hand shook. She did not drink it. She stared at the surface, watching the fat congeal into white islands. Outside the window of the community center, the rain hammered against the glass. It was a relentless, percussive sound. The world outside was wet. The world inside was dry....

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