The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 06:04:30 -

The rain hit the window in a steady, grey sheet. It was a rhythmic, mechanical drumming. Outside, the world was dissolving. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old dust. I held my rifle low. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the job. That was the contract. My partner stood by the door. His name was Miller. He was young. Too young for this. His eyes were wide,...

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