The Wistful Asylum

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The light in the faculty lounge was the color of old teeth, slanting through the high windows at an angle that suggested four in the afternoon, though Elias Thorne knew by the ache in his lower back that it was closer to five. He counted the seconds between the tick of the wall clock and the hum of the refrigerator, a rhythm that had steadied him for thirty years, but today the count faltered,...

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