The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 23:20:28 -

The ink on the badge was drying, a slow, viscous dark that seemed to seep into the pores of the metal, staining my thumb with a residue that felt less like paint and more like blood. I stood in the center of the detention center, a sprawling concrete labyrinth that smelled of industrial bleach and stale coffee, and watched the ink bleed. It was a small act, insignificant in the grand ledger of...

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