The Wistful Asylum
The bell rings. It is a low, dull sound. It vibrates in your teeth. You are in the cellar. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone and old paper. You hold the glass. It is a vase. It is cracked. The crack runs from rim to base. It is thin. It is sharp. You hold it with both hands. Your fingers are numb. You are a scholar. You study the old texts. You study the laws. You are poor. You have no...
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