The Wistful Asylum

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The fire started in the ledger room, and you did not run. You stood there, your hands resting on the cool oak of the desk where you had spent thirty years balancing the books for the town of Oakhaven, watching the flames lick the edges of the paper. The heat was a physical thing, a heavy hand pressing against your chest, but your mind was strangely clear, detached from the panic that was surely...

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