The Wistful Asylum
The coat was blue. Not a specific shade. Just blue. It hung on the rack in the corridor. Elias saw it. He stopped. His shoes squeaked on the linoleum. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. He looked at the coat. It was heavy. Wool. Dark. It smelled of dust. And something else. Something old. Something wrong. "Is that yours, Dr. Ashworth?" The voice came from behind. Elias turned. Professor...
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