The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Chicago into a slick, reflective mirror where the neon signs of the city bled their colors into the wet asphalt, and I drove my sedan with the windows up, the wipers beating a frantic, metronomic rhythm against the glass, feeling the vibration of the engine through the steering wheel as a physical...

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