The Distant Journey

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The rain fell on the roof of the asylum. It sounded like static. It sounded like the world outside was dissolving. Elara pressed her forehead against the cold glass of the observation window. The glass was thick. It was dirty. It did not let the view in. It only let the light in. Pale. Thin. Useless. She was in the West Wing. The West Wing was for the quiet ones. The ones who had stopped...

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