The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 05:26:52 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high, vaulted ceilings of the Hall of Echoes, a modernist cathedral of glass and steel where the air was kept at a sterile, breathless temperature that smelled faintly of ozone and old paper. I stood at the periphery of the central atrium, my uniform pressed with such military precision that the fabric seemed...

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