The Wistful Asylum

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The object was a glass prism, no larger than a thumb, resting on the sill of the window in the old apartment on Waverley Street. It caught the late afternoon sun and fractured it into a sharp, cold rainbow on the dusty floorboards. Elias, who was eleven years old and lived in the upper left corner of the city’s memory, stared at it with the kind of intensity that adults mistook for madness. He...

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