The Wistful Asylum

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The reception desk at St. Jude’s Community Center gleamed under the fluorescent hum. It was a sterile white curve, cold to the touch, a barrier between the public and the private. Elias stood behind it. He adjusted his tie. The knot was tight. He checked his watch. 8:00 AM. The shift had started. Margaret was already there. She sat in the corner of the lobby, a small figure in a gray coat. She...

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