The Wistful Asylum

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The pill bottle sat on the nightstand, a small, cylindrical sentinel of plastic and indifference. I stared at it, the white cap slightly loose, as if it had been opened and closed a thousand times, worn smooth by the friction of desperate hands. My fingers, thickened by years of service and the slow, creeping invasion of arthritis, hovered over it. The label read *Valproate*, a stark, clinical...

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