The Wistful Asylum

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You smell the bleach before you see it. It is thick. Cloying. It coats the back of your throat. You stand in the hallway. White tiles. Cold air. The hum of the ventilation system is a low moan. It sounds like a cello string breaking. "Margaret?" The voice is soft. Too soft. You turn. Eleanor stands at the end of the corridor. She wears a grey uniform. It fits her well. She has always had a good...

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