The Wistful Asylum

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The phone rang at 3:14 AM. Mara sat in the kitchen. The light from the refrigerator hummed against the tile floor. It was a cold, white light. It made her shadows long and thin. She picked up the receiver. "Hello." "Is this Mara Vane?" The voice was flat. Bureaucratic. "Yes." "We are calling from St. Jude’s Behavioral Center. We need to discuss your brother’s status. He has refused medication...

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