The Wistful Asylum

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The count was three drops. Three drops of the dark, viscous liquid from the glass vial into the wooden spoon. Elias Thorne held the spoon over his brother’s open mouth, his hand steady as a carpenter’s chisel, though his eyes burned with the effort of keeping the liquid from spilling. Julian, nineteen and shrunken to a husk of ribs and pale skin, swallowed with a wet, rattling sound that seemed...

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