The Dormitory of Distant Souls There was, at the edge of the world, a building forgotten by time. Not a ruin. No. A dormitory with walls too straight, too intact to match the stories whispered about it - centuries of abandonment, storms, fires in the nearby woods. And yet, it stood there, silent, untouched, as if the world around it had paused to avoid disturbing it. It appeared on no recent maps. Only on a sheet of yellowed paper, found by accident at an old street market, tucked between a cracked mirror and a box of combs carved from bone. Haneul hadn't planned to stay in this country. She didn't speak the language, knew nothing of its customs, didn't even know if she was allowed to remain. But when she saw the sketch of that building - trembling lines inked decades ago - something stirred inside her. A pull. As if she had always known this place without ever having seen it. She sold what little she had left. Took the train to the last stop. Walked for hours in the rain, her boots swallowed by mud, hair plastered to her forehead. And there, in a clearing the fog had never abandoned, she saw it. It was real. Exactly like the sketch. Massive. Silent. Not a single broken window. A crooked sign read "For Sale", like a cruel joke. She didn't hesitate. She bought it. What she didn't know - what she could no longer ignore - was that this dormitory... had been waiting for her.
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