The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the basement tasted of rust and old paper. It was a thick, cloying smell that clung to the back of the throat. Silas sat on the concrete floor. His knees were drawn up to his chest. He held the brass compass in his hands. The metal was warm from his palms. It was not hot. It was just alive. The needle spun. It wobbled. It stopped. It pointed north. Always north. Silas was twelve...

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