The Wistful Asylum

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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, final hiss. Marcus stood in the center of the car. The metal walls were cold. He checked his watch. 08:00. He was on time. He was always on time. The car rose. Floor 14. Floor 15. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it. He knew who it was. He knew what it said. He had read the text before he stepped off the curb. "Let him go, Marcus. You don't...

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