The Wistful Asylum

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The transfer order sat in Elias Thorne’s hand, a rectangle of heavy cream paper that felt lighter than the silence surrounding him. He stood in the sterile, timeless corridor of the Central Authority, the air recycling with a hum that vibrated in his teeth. Two years of suppression had carved hollows under his eyes, turning his thirty-four years into a landscape of gray exhaustion. He wanted...

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