The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 16:46:51 -

The rain hits the mud with a sound like dry leaves tearing. You walk. Your boots are heavy. The mud sucks at your heels. You are walking away. Or maybe you are walking toward it. It does not matter. The path is the only thing that is real. The rest is noise. Stop. There is a fence. It is old wood. It is rotten. It leans to the left like a drunkard. You look at it. You know this fence. You know...

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