The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the world outside the window of the farmhouse into a smudge of wet earth and dark trees, and I stood in the center of the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon that had not touched food in hours, while my son, Julian, sat at the table with his back to me, his shoulders hunched in a way that suggested he was either praying...

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