The Wistful Asylum

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The train left at dawn. The platform was cold, the air biting at my exposed cheeks. I watched the tail lights of the departing carriage fade into the grey mist. My brother, Thomas, was gone. He had not said goodbye. He had simply walked away, leaving his coat on the bench, leaving his silence behind. I picked up the coat. It smelled of coal smoke and old wool. I held it tight against my chest,...

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