The Asylum Universe
The walls of the Blackwood Asylum in Mississippi were the color of old bruises, and the air was thick with the smell of bleach and damp earth. I was a junior orderly, a man hired to keep the peace in a place where peace was a foreign concept. My favorite patient was Elias, a man who claimed to be a cartographer of the infinite. Elias didn't use paper or ink. He used a piece of twine and a...
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