The Wistful Asylum

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The rain hammers the roof. It sounds like applause. Or maybe it is just water. You stand in the doorway. Your coat is wet. It sticks to your skin. You are holding the box. The box is small. It is made of wood. It is old. The wood is dark. It is stained. You have carried it for three days. Three days since the plane landed. Three days since the world changed. You are in the house now. The house...

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