The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne. The word hung in the air of the corridor, sharp and cold, delivered by Miller with a sneer that cut through the low hum of the ventilation fans. I did not turn around. I was busy checking the seal on the door to the Whispering Ward, my fingers tracing the waxed paper that held the last of the day’s inventory. The seal was intact. That was what mattered. I had fourteen years of service...

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