The Wistful Asylum

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The sirens did not wail. They screamed. Marek stopped in the street. Rain slicked his uniform. The sky above the precinct was tearing open, a bruise of purple and black. He looked up. The rain tasted of copper and ash. It was the sign. He knew it. Everyone in the old guard knew it. When the air turned sweet, the walls start to bleed. When the silence gets heavy, the truth comes out. But not the...

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