The Wistful Asylum

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"Is she in the east wing?" The question hung in the air, thin and brittle, under the hum of the fluorescent tube above Mrs. Gable’s desk. The light was bad. It made her face look waxen, stretched over the bone, the skin pulling tight around her eyes. She did not look up from the ledger. Her pen moved in a steady, mechanical scrawl. Ink. Paper. The sound of a clock ticking in a room where no...

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