The Wistful Asylum

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March 12. My hand closed around the silver pen, the metal cold and rigid against my palm, a mirror to the control I exerted over the room. I watched the ink bleed into the blotter as I signed Elias’s reprimand, the tremor in my fingers so slight it was merely a vibration, a hum beneath the surface of my competence. "You are dismissed," I said, my voice sharp, cutting the air like a wire. "Your...

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