The Wistful Asylum

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale wood polish. It was a smell that had settled into the floorboards over decades, a heavy, greasy layer that no amount of scrubbing could lift. Thomas sat at the far end of the long table, his hands folded in his lap. He was twelve years old. He looked small against the high-backed chair, his shoulders hunched as if trying to disappear into the...

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