The Wistful Asylum

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The silence in the archive was not empty. It was a heavy, wet thing, pressing against the eardrums like deep water. Margaret stood before the glass case, her breath fogging the pane. Inside lay a single, shattered music box. The mechanism was exposed, a tangle of silver gears and springs that had once turned in perfect, mathematical harmony. Now, it was a corpse of metal. "You look at it as if...

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