The Wistful Asylum

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The bell rang. It was a dull, heavy sound. It shook the dust from the beams. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. I wore my white uniform. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of lye and iron. This was the Infirmary. We called it the Glass House. The walls were high. The arches were narrow. The light was grey. I checked the pulse of the patient. She was old. Her skin was like paper. She...

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