The Wistful Asylum

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The rain fell on the iron gates of the old penal colony not as water, but as a fine, corrosive mist that seemed to dissolve the very air, turning the sky into a bruised and swollen thing that hung low over the jagged coastline, a sky that did not belong to the present moment but to a memory so ancient it had calcified into the bedrock of the earth itself. It was a place where time did not pass...

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