The Wistful Asylum
October 14, 1893 The current stabilized at four hundred volts, a precise and clean hum that vibrated through the mahogany floorboards of the study, and I watched the galvanometer needle tremble, then hold, confirming that the psychic parasite in Catherine’s mind had been successfully isolated and contained. She sat in the wingback chair, her eyes wide and unblinking, her breathing shallow,...
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