The Wistful Asylum

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The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, and the smell of wet rot clinging to its spine was thick enough to taste. Elias Thorne counted the pages, his fingers rigid, each turn a small, violent act of discipline. One hundred and forty-two entries. One hundred and forty-two lies. The ivy in the corner of the room had grown another inch since he last checked. It pulsed, a slow, green heartbeat...

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