The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 20:51:51 -

The coat hung on the hook. It was red. Not a bright red, but a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to absorb the dim light of the hallway. It had been there for years. Or perhaps it had just arrived. Time had grown slippery in this house. "Did you see it?" asked the man. He stood by the door. His uniform was pressed. The brass buttons caught the gloom and held it. "I saw everything," said the...

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