The Wistful Asylum

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October 14, 09:00 The air in Ward 4 tastes of iodine and old paper, a sterile tang that coats the back of my throat and refuses to wash away. I am Elias Thorne, a private investigator by trade and a patient by circumstance, confined to this white-tiled purgatory by my own family’s desperate hands. I have been here for six weeks, or perhaps seven; the days blur into a monotonous gray smear where...

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