The Wistful Asylum

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The frost came early. It settled on the roof of the clinic like a fine, white powder. Elias watched it through the window. He was counting the flakes. One, two, three. They did not stick. They fell. He stopped counting. The silence in the room was heavy. It had weight. It pressed against his ears. Elias was the town’s anomaly. Not a doctor. Not a nurse. A sensor. He felt the air change before...

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