The Wistful Asylum

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The rain hit the window with a rhythmic, industrial precision. Tick. Tick. Tick. I watched the droplets slide down the glass, distorting the neon sign of the pharmacy across the street. It pulsed a sickly red. A heartbeat without a body. My name is Arthur. I am the Keeper. Or at least, that is what the badge on my chest says. It is a small, brushed steel disc. Cold to the touch. It has a logo:...

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