The Wistful Asylum

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The iron key was cold, a heavy, jagged thing that felt less like a tool and more like a bone pulled from the earth, and Margaret held it in her palm as though it were a sleeping bird, her fingers trembling not from the chill of the cellar air but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the silence that pressed against her eardrums, a silence so profound it seemed to have texture, thick and...

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