The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the basement of the old textile mill, a concrete tomb wedged into the humid belly of this decaying river town, tasted of wet rot and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that clung to the back of my throat like a physical weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket that made it difficult to draw a full breath without feeling the grit of the city’s decay in my lungs. I sat on a overturned...

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