The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 22:11:16 -

The frost had turned the glass of the windowpane into a web of white crystals, delicate and intricate as lace. Elias pressed his thumb against the cold surface, feeling the give of the ice, the fragility of it. One breath, and it would shatter. One wrong move, and the pattern would be gone, leaving only the bare, vulnerable glass behind. He watched his own reflection in the shards, distorted...

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