The Wistful Asylum

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The glass shattered. It was a small thing. A pane. Just a pane in the window of the counting house. But the sound was loud. It cut through the fog. It cut through the silence. Elias stood by the desk. His hands were still. He watched the shards fall. They glittered on the floorboards. Like stars. Like teeth. He did not move. He did not breathe. The shop was closed. The signs said so. The locks...

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