The Wistful Asylum

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The bread is hard. It is harder than stone. I chew it. My teeth ache. The salt cuts the tongue. It is a good salt. It is the only thing that is clean here. I am a guard. I wear the gray tunic. It is old. The wool itches. It bites the neck. I do not itch back. I stand by the door. The door is wood. It is thick. It smells of damp rot and iron. Outside, the rain falls. It hits the glass. Tap. Tap....

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