The Wistful Asylum

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"You have the look of a man who has forgotten how to swallow," the Warden said, his voice a dry rattle in the stone corridor. He did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. The air in the infirmary smelled of boiled wool and old iron. I stood before him, my hands hanging loose at my sides, feeling the weight of the silence. I was not a man. I was twelve years old, a boy named...

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