The Wistful Asylum

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The scream tore from Elara’s throat before she could check her tongue, a raw, jagged sound that bounced off the peeling plaster of the east wing and turned the heads of three patients and a stunned orderly who stood frozen by the water cooler. She was forty years old, her hands mapped with the yellow stains of iodine and the white cracks of lye, and she had been screaming at nothing, or rather,...

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