The Wistful Asylum

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the low, thrumming hum of the ventilation shafts. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Correction, a place that smelled of antiseptic and old paper, a smell that had seeped into his pores over the last three decades of his tenure. He was not asleep. He was standing...

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