The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 13:20:57 -

The glass was not a window. It was a wound in the air. Silas stood before it, his fingers drumming a frantic, irregular rhythm on the cold surface. He was a man of glass. Or rather, he was a man who had traded his flesh for the clarity of it. In the shop, the shelves hummed with a low, vibrating note that tasted of ozone and old copper. This was the Atelier of the Unseen, a place that existed...

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