The Wistful Asylum

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You are walking. The road is white. The sky is gray. You are looking for a coat. It is red. It is gone. You are a detective. You are a ghost. You are cold. The wind bites. You bite back. The coat is not just fabric. It is a skin. It is a soul. You lost it. You know this. The loss is a wound. It is open. It bleeds air. You have walked for days. The map is a lie. The towns are empty. The people...

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