The Wistful Asylum

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The blood was warm. It ran from my left temple into my eye. I blinked. The world smeared red. I did not flinch. I had not flinched in three years. Not since the Academy. Not since the night they broke my spine and reset it wrong. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a warden. Or I was. Now I am a ghost in a concrete box. The room was small. White walls. No windows. The air tasted of ozone and old...

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