The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 00:13:53 -

The banquet hall was not built for people, but for echoes. We sat in the long, curved room, the air thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and old dust, under a ceiling so high it seemed to disappear into a private, permanent twilight. It was a feast, or rather, a performance of one. There were three hundred of us, dressed in clothes that looked as if they had been ironed by ghosts, smiling...

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