The Wistful Asylum

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The count began with the vial, then the syringe, then the three distinct cracks in the linoleum tile beneath Elias Thorne’s bare feet. He lay in the infirmary bed, the white sheets slick against skin that had begun to feel less like flesh and more like compressed ash. The thirst was not in his mouth but in his marrow, a dry, scraping hunger that no amount of water from the bedside cup could...

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