The Wistful Asylum

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"The mirror is broken again," said the voice from the dark. Thomas did not turn. He kept his eyes on the floor. The dust motes danced in the single beam of light that pierced the heavy velvet drapes. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. Time had lost its shape in this place, stretched thin like old taffy until it snapped. "Fix it," the voice commanded. "Which one?" Thomas asked. His voice was...

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