The Wistful Asylum

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The fog did not roll in; it descended like a shroud, thick and wet, smelling of iron and rotting lilies. It swallowed the iron gates of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Morbids, erasing the skyline of the industrial city that had once built this place with its soot and ambition. Inside, the air was still, suspended in a breathless silence that pressed against the eardrums. I stood in the corridor, my...

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