The Wistful Asylum

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You wake. The room is cold. The stone presses against your spine. You are in the old house. It stands on the hill. The wind howls. It sounds like a beast. You pull the wool blanket tight. It scratches your neck. You do not move. You are still. Your brother, Thomas, is gone. He was here an hour ago. Now he is not. The door is open. The night air flows in. It carries the scent of wet earth. And...

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