The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 15:04:34 -

I woke up with the taste of copper and burnt sugar in my mouth, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated my tongue like a bandage that has dried out too fast. It was the taste of the pills. The ones we used to crack open in the back room, the ones that promised a silence so profound it could drown out the screaming of the wind off the North Sea. I sat up in the narrow cot, the springs groaning...

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