The Wistful Asylum

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You cannot just leave the ink wet. It dries to a color that is not black, not brown, but a deep, bruised violet that seems to pull at the light. I woke with the sound of scratching in my ears. It was not a mouse. It was the dry, papery friction of a nib moving across parchment. I lay in the dark of my study, the weight of the ceiling pressing down on my chest, and knew with a cold, technical...

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