The Wistful Asylum

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The fog does not lift; it merely thins, revealing the bones of the city in a grey, skeletal grace that feels less like morning and more like the slow exhalation of a dying god. You stand in the center of the circular atrium, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old paper, your hands trembling not from cold but from the terrible, vibrating proximity of the truth. The clock on the wall,...

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