The Wistful Asylum

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You are standing in the rain. It is not ordinary rain. It is the rain of a broken mirror, cold and sharp, cutting the sky into a thousand jagged pieces. You are holding a hammer. The iron head is heavy, warm with the sweat of your hand. You are a glassblower. Or you were. Now you are a demolisher. The building looms before you. It is the Asylum. It is not a building of brick and mortar. It is a...

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