The Wistful Asylum
The watch cracked. It was a small sound. A sharp snap, like a dry twig under a boot. But in the silence of the hallway, it was a scream. Daniel stared at the floor. The glass face of the Omega was in three pieces. The hands were still. They pointed to four o’clock. He did not pick it up. He stood there, his boots heavy on the cold tile. The hallway was long. The light was fluorescent. It...
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