The Wistful Asylum

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The candles burned low in the chandeliers of the great hall, their wax dripping onto the stone floor in slow, golden tears, while the orchestra played a waltz that sounded less like music and more like the grinding of tectonic plates. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall on the courtyard below, my vision blurring at the edges, the world dissolving into a watercolor smear of gray and...

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