The Wistful Asylum

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The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. A violent, crystalline explosion that sprayed the air with glittering dust. I stood in the center of the room, my hands still raised, the phantom vibration of the impact humming in my bones. The silence that followed was not empty. It was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums like deep water. My name is Arthur. I am a clerk. I file the dead. The room...

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