The Wistful Asylum

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The soup was cold. Elias stirred it. The spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. It made a sharp sound. The room was quiet. A clock ticked on the wall. The tick was slow. Heavy. Elias looked at the liquid. It was gray. It smelled of iron and old leaves. He did not want to drink it. But he was hungry. A deep, hollow hunger. It sat in his stomach like a stone. He raised the spoon. The liquid...

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