The Wistful Asylum

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The train rattled across the bridge. The iron groaned. You felt the vibration in your teeth. You are Thomas. You hold the leather case. It is heavy. Inside are the notes. The equations. The proof. "Another one," the woman in the next seat says. She is knitting. Her needles click. "A scholar. Always a scholar." You do not answer. You look out the window. The fields are gray. The sky is lower...

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