The Wistful Asylum

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"Put the ledger in your pocket, Thomas." The voice came from the corner of the ward, where the linoleum met the peeling wallpaper in a jagged, yellowed seam. I did not turn around. I knew the texture of the silence that followed that command. It was cold, like the air in the basement where the boiler hissed and died, and it smelled of wet wool and old dust. I was Thomas Bradshaw, warden of...

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