The Wistful Asylum

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The mirror was cracked. A spiderweb of fractures radiated from the center, right through the nose of the man staring back. He touched the glass. The cold bit his skin. The crack held. It did not spread. Not yet. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the bathroom of the safehouse. The walls were beige. The lighting was fluorescent. It hummed. A low, persistent drone. It sounded like a hornet trapped in...

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