The Wistful Asylum

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The dream was always the same, a recurring hemorrhage of sound and silence that Thomas Bradshaw endured before the sun had the decency to clear the horizon. In the dream, he stood at the edge of a precipice, not of rock, but of paper, a jagged cliff face of official memos and redacted files that stretched out into a void of gray fog. Below, the town of Oakhaven churned like a pot of thick, dark...

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