The Wistful Asylum

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The hall was too full. You felt the heat before you saw the light. It pressed against your chest. A heavy, wet wool. The air smelled of beeswax and old sweat. Of spilled wine. Of fear. You stood in the corner. You held your glass. Your hand shook. Thomas was by the door. He was watching you. His eyes were dark. Deep wells. He raised a hand. A slow wave. An invitation. You did not move. The...

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