The Faded Chronicle

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The train rattled through the fog, a iron beast grinding its teeth against the tracks, carrying you toward the institute where the air smelled of damp wool and antiseptic. You were not a prisoner in the way the public imagined, with bars and guards, but the architecture of the place was designed to make escape a thought so exhausting it never fully formed. You were a patient, a case number, a...

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