The Anchor of Despair
The walls of the Saint Jude’s Asylum were a sterile, suffocating white. Elias sat in the corner of his cell, scratching symbols into the floor with a broken fingernail. To the nurses, he was a schizophrenic with a fixation on clocks. To himself, he was the only man who knew the truth about the Great Loop. He could feel the anchor. It was a heavy, invisible chain that bound him to a single...
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