The Wistful Silence

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Elias woke with the taste of iron and wet clay on his tongue, a sensation that had no place in the sterile, white-tiled corridors of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center. He did not blink. He had learned long ago that blinking was a concession to the human rhythm, a surrender to the flickering need for light that the Institution deemed essential for sanity. Here, in the gray hours before dawn,...

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