The Wistful Saga

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2026-08-20 09:40:39 -

The Wistful Saga

The ivy had climbed the wall of the asylum for the indigent and the insane, thick and dark as a bruise. I pressed my face against the cold glass of my cell window. Outside, the winter air was sharp, biting at my cheeks. Inside, the air was stale, heavy with the smell of boiled cabbage and old sweat. I was alone. I had been alone for a long time. The walls were high, white and peeling, like the...

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