The Wistful Asylum

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The fire alarm screamed. It was a mechanical shriek, high-pitched and relentless, tearing through the sterile silence of the intake ward. I stood frozen in the corridor, my fingers trembling around the brass key ring at my belt. The smoke was thin, gray, curling around the fluorescent lights like ghosts seeking a body. I was a detective, or so the badge on my chest claimed. In truth, I was a...

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