The Wistful Asylum

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Who keeps the boat when the water is no longer water? I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‍⁠⁠‍‌‍‍‍⁠⁠‍⁠‌⁠‍⁠‍‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍⁠‍‌‌‍⁠‌‍‍‍‍⁠‍‍ The humidity swells the shutters of the nursery-turned-storage room, pressing them against the frame with a slow, wooden groan. I am Zoe Economou, twenty-two, and my hands smell of tallow and old paper. The strike fund has crossed the family; the bronze-casters’...

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