The Wistful Asylum

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The wisteria vine sits in a mason jar on the kitchen table, brown and brittle as a twig from a dead tree. You hold the jar. The glass is cold. Your hands are shaking, though you tell yourself it is just the coffee. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two, a retired federal agent, and you have six weeks to secure your pension before the fiscal year ends. The opposing force is your memory, which has...

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