The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it was suspended, a grey curtain of static electricity that hummed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, where Clara sat with her back to the door, her fingers tracing the cold, smooth curve of the brass handle until the metal began to feel like a living thing, a pulse of warmth bleeding into her skin despite the biting chill of the November air....

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