The Wistful Asylum

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The light in the infirmary was the color of old parchment, thin and yellowed, filtering through the high, barred window where the iron had begun to rust in long, weeping streaks. "Dr. Bradshaw, you are to cease your examinations immediately." The Abbot’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of the stone walls around us, a dry, administrative tone that seemed to strip the air of its...

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