The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Oakhaven has a weight to it. It does not fall so much as it presses down, a heavy, gray blanket that smothers the cobblestones and the ivy-choked walls of the old sanatorium, a place that has been empty for forty years but which I feel in my bones as if I were still living inside its corridors. I am alone in the attic room, the air thick with the smell of damp paper and the faint,...

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