The Wistful Asylum

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The first crack appeared in the plaster of the main hall on a Tuesday, splitting the white surface like a dry riverbed. It was not a sound, but a vibration, a low hum that rose from the stone foundation and settled in the teeth. You knew it immediately, because you had spent forty-two years listening to the bones of Oakhaven. The town was dying, not from rot, but from the weight of its own...

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