The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-18 23:08:15 -

The bread is stale. You know this. You do not taste it. You hold it in your palm. The crust is hard. It cracks under your thumb. Dust falls. It is dry. It is dead. You are in the kitchen. The walls are stone. The light is grey. It comes from high windows. The glass is old. It distorts the world. You are the warden. You are the keeper. The house is a body. You are its eye. You see the rot. You...

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