The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-21 15:46:46 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, barred windows of the St. Jude’s Reclamation Center like a thousand frantic fingers begging to be let in. Elara stood by the radiator, her back to the room. She watched the steam rise from the metal coils. It curled into the air, thin and grey, dissolving before it could form a shape. She was a medium. Or at least, that is...

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