The Wistful Asylum

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The notice was stamped with the Ministry’s seal, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and old paper, a bureaucratic scar on the white card that had been slipped under my door while I slept, the warning that the Grey Fog had breached the southern ridges and that all personnel were to remain within the observation blister until further notice. I read it twice, the cold damp of the signal box...

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