The Wistful Asylum

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You think you are the only one who knows what the ink is doing, don’t you? The light in the archive room is the color of old bruised plums, filtering through the grime of the high windows where the glass has bowed inward with age. I am holding the page, my fingers stained black, and the words are swimming, rearranging themselves like oil on water, refusing to settle into any meaning that...

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