The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 04:28:27 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the Milltown Asylum for the Insane, a place where the air tasted of wet wool, stale coal dust, and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that had seeped into the very fibers of my soul since I first stepped through its heavy, iron-banded doors three months prior. I stood now in the...

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