The Wistful Letter
The breach in the perimeter wall of the old St. Jude’s Asylum did not occur with a sound, but with a sudden, violent absence of silence, as if the air itself had been sucked out of the concrete shell you were inhabiting. You stood in the center of the atrium, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale, dying sunlight that pierced the shattered clerestory windows, and you felt the weight of...
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