The Golden Farce
The silence in Ward C was not an absence of sound, but a presence, thick and cold as the breath held before a scream. I am Elias Thorne, warden of the Blackwood Asylum, and for three years I have walked these corridors with the weight of my sister’s silence pressing against my ribs. Clara has been in the deepest cell for three years, trapped in a delusion that she is a ghost, her body alive but...
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