The Wistful Asylum

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"You will die in the frost. I can smell it on your skin." I looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet. It bled into the paper like a bruise. "Save your breath, Clara," I said. My voice was dry. "The heating bill is due." She stood by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the city slept under a blanket of grey. No snow. Just a damp, cold wind that cut through the walls. Clara was my...

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