The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-22 13:38:43 -

The train left without a sound, a silver serpent sliding into the mist that swallowed the station platform whole. Margaret stood at the edge of the yellow line, her fingers curled around the strap of a bag that felt heavier than its contents, as if it were filled not with clothes but with the accumulated dust of years. She was leaving. The word hung in the air, sharp and metallic, tasting of...

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