The Wistful Asylum

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The road is bad. It is red dirt. It is wet. Your boots are heavy. You walk. You do not stop. The sky is low. It is grey. It smells of rain and iron. You carry a sack. It is light. It is empty. You carry your name. It is heavy. It is yours. You are walking to the Gate. Everyone says the Gate is here. The locals point. They do not speak. They look at you. They look at the sky. They cross...

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