The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the intake wing tastes of ozone and rust. You know it by the metallic tang on the back of your tongue. It is a taste that never leaves. You stand in the corridor, the linoleum cold through the thin soles of your shoes. The fluorescent lights buzz. A low, constant hum. The sound of the world holding its breath. You are not here by choice. You are here because they decided you were...

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