The Wistful Asylum

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The gate of the Sanatorium for the Preservation of Civic Virtue is not a door but a wall of iron lattice, rusted in the shape of ferns, and you stand before it with the morning fog clinging to your hem like a shroud that refuses to be shed, knowing that once you pass through the threshold the world you have known, with its sharp edges and loud noises and the smell of wet wool, will cease to...

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