The Wistful Witness
The feast of the Solstice was not merely a celebration of the harvest, but a rite of passage into the abyss of memory, held within the high, vaulted stone halls of the Ashworth Asylum for the Mind-Bound, a place where the air tasted of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, sweet rot of lilies. The children, dressed in stiff white linen that whispered against the cold floor, sat in a long, curved...
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