The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 20:41:59 -

The fire started in the east wing. You see it first. A flicker behind the glass. Then a roar. The heat hits your face before the smoke does. You are standing in the corridor. Your boots are laced tight. Your uniform is pressed. It smells of starch and old sweat. "Fire," you say. Your voice is flat. You do not shout. You never shout. You run toward the source. The hallway is narrow. The walls...

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