The Wistful Asylum
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve pages of intake forms, three weeks of medication logs, and a single, red-stamped denial letter dated October 14th. Elias counted the sheets again, his thumb rubbing the rough paper until the edge frayed, as if the truth might bleed out from the fibers. He had driven nine hours to reach Blackwood Sanatorium, a task that felt less like a journey and more...
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