The Wistful Asylum

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The mirror cracked. It did not shatter. It wept. A single, jagged line ran from the top left corner down to the center. Then it stopped. Dr. Elias Thorne stared at it. He adjusted his glasses. The reflection of his face split in two. One side was his. The other side was hollow. The facility was quiet. The new wing smelled of lemon polish and ozone. Elias worked in the basement. He was the...

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