The Wistful Asylum

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The coat was grey. It was the only grey thing in a world that had forgotten the color. We walked for three days. Or perhaps it was three years. Time did not move here. It pooled, thick and dark, like oil in a stagnant well. I carried the coat. It was heavy. Heavier than lead. Heavier than the truth. My name is Elias. I was a clerk. I stamped papers. I filed reports. I lived in a small room...

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