The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered against the high, barred windows of St. Jude’s, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the fillings of my teeth. I adjusted the strap of my bag, the leather worn thin by three years of carrying it through these damp corridors, and checked my watch. It was 02:00. The night shift at the asylum was not a job; it was a penance I had chosen because the alternative was...

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