The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the cafeteria of the Municipal Welfare Bureau always tasted of boiled cabbage and stale policy, a thick, cloying aroma that hung in the humid July heat like a shroud draped over the fluorescent lights, and Elias Vane sat in the corner, his silver spoon trembling slightly against the rim of his plastic bowl, watching the steam rise in spirals that mimicked the chaotic, untraceable...

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