The Wistful Asylum

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening with a sheen that reminded me of the tears I had not shed since the morning my brother left, and I sat in the drafty corner of the attic, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old paper, watching the shadow of the oak tree outside the window creep across the floorboards like a slow-moving tide, knowing that every stroke of my quill was a...

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