The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate of the estate does not creak so much as it screams, a low, grinding wail that vibrates up through the soles of your boots and settles in the marrow of your shinbones as you push it open, a rusted maw swallowing the last of the afternoon light while the rain, cold and insistent as a memory you cannot shake, begins to bead on the wool of your coat and the coarse fabric of the...

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