The Wistful Asylum

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The autumn wind carried the scent of damp earth and dying leaves into the chamber, settling on the bedside where Elara lay, her breath shallow and ragged against the thin pillow. I sat beside her, my hand resting on hers, feeling the fragility of her bones beneath the skin, a fragility that mirrored the fraying edges of my own resolve. We had been married for twelve years, and in that time, I...

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